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In the corner of the library, the dim yellow light spilled over the open pages of a book, yet it could not illuminate the shadows within Lin Shu Yao's heart. Suddenly, a figure blocked the light, and a familiar voice rang in her ears: "Lin Shu Yao? What are you doing here?"
Lin Shu Yao slowly lifted her head, and her gaze fell upon Zhang Xiaowei's familiar face. Once a spirited and sharp Student Council President, he now seemed more subdued and composed. Ever since he was defeated by Mu Yunze in the last Student Council election, he appeared to have changed completely; no longer brash or domineering, he had adopted a much more low-key demeanor.
He looked at Lin Shu Yao, his eyes revealing a hint of concern and a barely perceptible joy. To him, her haggard face and desolate expression presented a rare opportunity. He thought to himself: The chance has finally come.
"Lin Shu Yao, are you alright?" Zhang Xiaowei asked gently, his voice as soft as a spring breeze brushing through willow branches. "You don't look too well." He tried to maintain an air of concern, his gaze filled with warmth.
Lin Shu Yao forced a smile that was more painful than crying, replying, "I'm fine, just a bit tired." Her voice was low and weak, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind.
Zhang Xiaowei took a seat beside her with care, as if afraid to disturb her. "Is the pressure from your studies too much lately? You need to take care of yourself," he said with genuine concern, sounding like an old friend.
He had intended to pat Lin Shu Yao's shoulder in comfort but stopped halfway, awkwardly retracting his hand. He realized that at this moment, she might not need such physical contact.
Inside Lin Shu Yao's heart, emotions surged like a tumultuous sea, intertwining and suffocating her. She longed to be alone to lick her wounds but felt powerless to reject Zhang Xiaowei's concern.
She nodded gently without speaking, silently redirecting her gaze back to the book in front of her, trying to focus on her studies but finding that she couldn't absorb a single word.
"Lin Shu Yao, I know you've been through a lot recently," Zhang Xiaowei lowered his voice as if sharing a secret. His tone carried an air of mystery and concern that made Lin Shu Yao involuntarily look up at him.
He paused for a moment before continuing, "Actually, I've always admired you—your strength, your independence," his gaze lingered on her for a moment before settling on her chest, revealing an ambiguous glimmer in his eyes. "And your beauty."
Lin Shu Yao was taken aback; she hadn't expected Zhang Xiaowei to say such things. Once dismissive of such pursuits and proud as a peacock, she had ignored the admirers surrounding her.
But now, having experienced emotional wounds, her fragile heart found an inexplicable comfort in this sudden admiration—like feeling warmth in the midst of winter.
Morning sunlight filtered through the mist and spilled onto Lin Shu Yao's dormitory windowsill. A steaming breakfast always appeared on time—sometimes exquisite sandwiches, other times sweet and soft soy milk with fried dough sticks; occasionally there would be a bouquet adorned with dew. Zhang Xiaowei always varied his offerings to surprise Lin Shu Yao.
Every morning, Lin Shu Yao received greetings from Zhang Xiaowei via text message—a warm ray of sunshine that dispelled the gloom within her heart.
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