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As he spoke, his voice gradually took on a sobbing tone, and by the end, he began to cry. I listened in a daze, and at that moment, I realized how important Shen Yulin was to me, and at the same time, how important I was to him!
I felt a sweet sensation and gently nudged him to see his expression, but he thought I was resisting and held me tighter. As a result, my chest was pressed firmly against him, and I felt extremely embarrassed. He seemed oblivious to my discomfort, holding me tightly as if afraid I would disappear at any moment.
After a while, I tried to distance myself from him again. This time he noticed and let go of me, scratching his head awkwardly as he said, "Um, I didn't mean to..."
I burst out laughing and teased him, "So you’re really afraid of me leaving?"
Shen Yulin knew I was joking and wasn't upset; he simply wrapped his arm around me gently and said, "As long as you don't leave, I don't care about anything else."
"Can I take a few days off to go back to B City?" I blinked at him.
"Can't I go with you?" Shen Yulin said with a feigned seriousness.
I was taken aback. He wanted to go back with me?
Not daring to think further, I changed the subject: "I'm hungry; let's go home."
"Okay, I'll take you back." With that, he got up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, took my bag from my hands, closed the classroom door, and we headed home.
Perhaps it was the first time feeling his intense affection; that night I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind filled with the words he had said to me in the classroom that afternoon. The more I thought about it, the more awake I became. Eventually, I got up and sat at my desk, staring blankly at my mother's photo.
Mom, if I brought him to your grave, would you be happy?
I shook my head in frustration; that thought was too childish! I'm not going to marry him; what would be the point of taking him to Mom's grave?
So it was decided after discussing with my father that we would leave for B City immediately after school on April 3rd. My aunt's family would also join us this time, so we flew back.
It was my first flight in life. Sitting on the plane filled with curiosity, I looked around. My father and my aunt's family were seated in front of me while I sat alone in the back. Suddenly someone tapped my shoulder; I turned around.
"Shen... Shen... Shen Yulin!" I exclaimed in surprise. My voice was too loud and drew the attention of those around me. Quickly covering my mouth, I frowned and whispered, "What are you doing here?"
Before Shen Yulin could answer, the plane took off. With no experience flying for the first time, the sensation of ascending made my face turn pale. Noticing my discomfort, Shen Yulin pulled out a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into my mouth. The faint lemon flavor filled my mouth; as I swallowed it with saliva, I felt much better as my body gradually adjusted to the ascent of the plane. I let out a long sigh of relief.
"Are you feeling better?" Shen Yulin asked concernedly as he held my hand.
I didn't speak but nodded.
"Do you want to lean on me? It might be more comfortable." I glanced at the seats in front; my father hadn’t noticed anything. Covering his mouth with my hand, I whispered softly, "Shh... Dad is in front."
He kissed my hand that was covering his mouth. Embarrassed, I withdrew my hand and shot him a glare before turning back to look out the window. At that moment, the plane had stopped climbing and was flying above the clouds; thick clouds covered the blue ocean below us while the lights inside the dark cabin gradually dimmed.
Shen Yulin unbuckled his seatbelt and wrapped his arms around me. The familiar scent of vanilla surrounded me. Looking up at him, I saw a small reflection of myself in his pupils. "Stars," he silently called out to me without making a sound before slowly leaning down to kiss me. Everything around us fell silent.
Suddenly the plane jolted; instinctively I leaned forward and half-fell into his embrace. I lingered there for a moment without getting up, savoring this feeling.
His chest was not particularly broad, but it radiated his own intense warmth. It felt as if there were only the two of us on the plane.
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