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I carefully folded the letter I had written and placed it in an envelope. After he left campus, I handed him the letter. "I hope to receive a reply when we return to school next Monday." This was the first time I expressed my expectation for a response. He smiled slightly and nodded silently.
That day, he did not walk me home.
Would there be good news in the reply next Monday?
I was so scared... Would he agree to me? Or...
I felt anxious, constantly imagining various outcomes, with the negative ones dominating my thoughts. He seemed to easily attract me, leading me to do things I normally wouldn't, and the feeling of losing control drove me crazy.
I finally managed to endure this feeling until the day we returned to school to collect our report cards. After school, Shen Yulin handed me the letter; he seemed hesitant, as if he wanted to say something.
"Xingxing, let's go play on the next street! A new accessory store just opened there." Zhang Yun excitedly pulled me along, and I had no choice but to greet Shen Yulin before leaving with Zhang Yun.
All the way, this girl chattered non-stop, making me laugh out loud several times. We walked along, munching on corn without a care for our image. While browsing the accessory store with Zhang Yun, I tried hard to relax and enjoy the time spent with my friend. The store was filled with a dazzling array of jewelry showcasing various styles and designs. We chatted about gossip while carefully selecting our favorite pieces.
Zhang Yun picked out an angel-shaped necklace. When she put it on, her smile was radiant, as if she had been infused with a different kind of light. I applauded her from the side.
I wandered around the store multiple times before finally choosing a beautiful bell bracelet.
"That's great! You found something you like too," Zhang Yun said happily.
"Ever since that time you came to school with red eyes, you've been gloomy. I tried to cheer you up, but you always smiled without really smiling. Now seeing you able to shift your focus and pick out something you like is wonderful!"
"Thank you, Zhang Yun." I looked at her gratefully; she was the only one who paid attention to my feelings during this time.
After browsing for a while longer, we finally parted ways and headed home. Once back home, I locked my room door and eagerly opened my backpack to take out the reply letter. The words before me instantly shattered my expectations.
"I don't want to date right now; studying is more important. Let's talk about dating in college."
I silently savored his words as complex emotions surged within me. Perhaps he did have special feelings for me; he just didn't want things to become complicated and hoped to maintain our relationship in a more relaxed and natural way.
"Be his sister?" I softly repeated this phrase, standing dazed in my room.
If he didn't want to be together, why kiss? Was it only ambiguous?
My heart plummeted into an abyss as I ignored my father's calls from outside the door.
Alright then, sister.
The atmosphere of the New Year gradually spread throughout the city, with red lanterns hanging on both sides of the streets and shop windows filled with vibrant Spring Couplets and various festive goods. Every household was busy preparing for the New Year.
At home, my father and I were busy cleaning and hanging up red paper cuttings to add a festive touch to our home.
“Dad, is Auntie coming over for New Year's Eve dinner?” I asked curiously.
“Yeah, unless something unexpected happens. Why don’t you give your aunt a call to confirm? I need to prepare a few dishes,” my father said as he put down the paper cuttings and walked into the kitchen.
Before I could make the call, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find my aunt's family arriving with bags full of goodies.
However, when I unexpectedly saw Shen Yulin walk in as well, my mood instantly became a bit awkward and complicated. I knew he wasn't a regular guest at our home, and his presence caught me off guard.
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