Xia Qianzi hugged a large stack of books, standing behind a tall camphor tree at the entrance, separated by dense crowds and ten years of time, looking at him from afar. Tears suddenly filled her eyes. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against the tree trunk, the rough bark slightly pricking her skin. When she looked up again, all the noisy sounds around her had disappeared, and the crowds had dispersed. He was still waiting there, with the setting sun slanting across his body, head lowered, lost in thought. In her gradually blurring vision, it was as if she had returned to that evening scented with a faint gardenia flower fragrance when he leaned against a bright red Porsche, hands in his pockets, frowning impatiently, waiting downstairs.
Chapter 72: Brother’s Lover
She had once thought she would never see him again. She had imagined their reunion scene over and over, even though she knew it was impossible. And now, when he appeared before her eyes again, not in a dream but truly standing in front of her, everything felt like a lifetime away.
Suddenly, a phone’s musical ringtone broke the silent dusk.
The beautiful melody drifted in the sunset’s afterglow. Qianzi was startled, her books scattering on the ground. In her panic, the music abruptly stopped. On the empty road in front of the school, only the sound of books hitting the ground echoed…
