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In the following days, I felt a persistent unease in my heart. Although Shen Yizhou said it was unnecessary, I couldn't shake the feeling that I owed him something. Su Meng told me I was overthinking it; after all, the Academic Genius was busy with countless matters and had probably forgotten about that little incident. But I couldn't get past my own feelings.
As luck would have it, the student council's recruitment season had just ended, and various departments were busy organizing new member information. I happened to be a staff member in the publicity department, responsible for sorting electronic files. On Friday afternoon, the department head entered the office with a pile of documents and placed them on my desk. "Lin Xi, this part is from the Presidium, mainly a summary of the new heads of each department. Please input it into the system; we’ll need it for Monday's meeting."
I nodded and began to work diligently. Halfway through, a familiar name jumped out at me—Shen Yizhou, the Chairman of the student council. His contact information and a photo were attached below. In the photo, he still had that cool demeanor, his gaze focused.
A thought suddenly crossed my mind: perhaps I could use this to find a way to make amends? After much internal struggle, I finally mustered the courage to discreetly jot down his phone number while no one was around in the office.
Over the weekend, I scoured several major shopping malls in the city center. After much comparison, I finally found a white shirt that looked similar in style and quality to the one he had worn that day. Although it cost me nearly half a month's living expenses, I felt much more at ease.
With the new shirt in hand, I began to worry about how to give it to him. Should I just drop it off at his dorm? That felt too abrupt. Should I wait for him on the road? That seemed too deliberate.
In the end, I decided to send him a text message instead.
"Shen Yizhou senior, hello! I'm Lin Xi, the one who bumped into you at the library entrance and stained your shirt that day. I've bought a replacement shirt for you; when would be convenient for me to deliver it? I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."
After sending the message, I held my phone anxiously, feeling like a prisoner awaiting judgment.
Five minutes passed, then ten minutes, then half an hour... My phone remained as silent as a brick.
What if he hadn’t saved my number? Or worse, what if he had deleted my message as spam? The more I thought about it, the more discouraged I became; I felt like I had acted unnecessarily.
Just as I was about to give up and shove the shirt deep into my closet, my phone chimed.
Startled, I quickly unlocked it. The screen displayed a reply from Shen Yizhou: "Sunday, 3 PM, South Gate Cafe."
I froze for a moment and read it several times to confirm it wasn't an illusion. He actually replied?! And even suggested a meeting place?
My heart fluttered like ripples spreading across a lake after a stone was thrown in.
On Sunday afternoon, I arrived at South Gate Cafe half an hour early and chose a seat by the window, tightly gripping the paper bag containing the shirt. My palms were slightly sweaty from nerves.
At exactly three o'clock, Shen Yizhou appeared at the entrance of the cafe. He wore a dark blue hoodie and black casual pants today; he seemed less cold than usual and more youthful instead. Sunlight fell on him as if casting a soft halo around him.
He walked straight towards me and sat down across from me.
"Senior," I greeted nervously and pushed the paper bag towards him. "This is the shirt I'm giving you; please check if it fits."
He took the bag and glanced inside before setting it aside, his gaze settling on my face. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."
"It’s only right; that day was my fault," I insisted.
He didn’t argue further but called over a waiter to order two cups of coffee. As we waited, there was an awkward silence hanging in the air. Not knowing what to say next, I could only lower my head and stir my glass of water.
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