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Although the campus is filled with a restless atmosphere, if one observes and experiences it carefully, they will find that every corner of the campus is as quiet as if it were already on winter or summer break. Even the trees standing on either side of the road appear lonely and isolated, so silent that everyone passing by feels hesitant to speak loudly, as if afraid of disturbing the quiet slumber of the grass by the roadside, and within each tree and every person's heart, even the air carries a sense of infinite melancholy and sorrow, as if parting is imminent.
It is not only lovers who are parting; every path they have walked together, every word they have exchanged, their once solemn vows, their sweet laughter, the patch of grass where they once cuddled, the tree they embraced, and the crumbling low wall they leaned against—all these memories are also parting ways.
As the graduation bell rings and the graduation song begins to play, each of them will embark on a lonely journey. Former lovers who once cherished each other may become mere passersby, and friends who once shared a bed may find themselves separated by vast distances, making it difficult to meet again.
Life is always so mysterious and enchanting!
Everyone in the dormitory is quieter than usual. During this time, they have heard too many stories from senior sisters and brothers—tales of beauty and talent, golden boys and jade girls, celestial couples, harmonious melodies, mutual respect—these all seem to pale in comparison to reality, leaving them feeling despondent. The love stories that once stirred the campus have now become the saddest endings at the moment of farewell.
With self-pity and lessons learned from others' experiences, during this time, they tread carefully around love, afraid to take another step forward. Shen Xiaomeng is even more cautious; her relationship with Hao Chuanze has reached a dead end, stagnant like a still pond that can no longer ripple. Besides her lukewarm feelings about love, she seems to have lost interest in everything else and remains in a state of listlessness. However, she has been putting more effort into her appearance.
At this moment, she sits in front of a mirror, meticulously applying lip balm and lipstick to her delicate lips while gazing at her reflection. Yet her eyes reveal a sense of indifference and detachment towards worldly matters.
Her face is lightly dusted with foundation, making her already fair skin appear even whiter—almost pale. The faint freckles on either side of her nose peek out shyly as if playing hide-and-seek with someone, adding a touch of playfulness. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders with slightly curled ends from a recent visit to the hair salon. Dyed a light chestnut color, it contrasts with her somewhat pale face; if she were to smile charmingly at this moment, she would appear incredibly alluring in the mirror.
But she does not smile. Her eyes lack vitality; her thin face bears a faint expression as she gazes blankly at herself in the mirror. Though devoid of seductive charm, there is a haunting beauty in her sorrow.
After a while, she wipes off all the bright red lipstick with a tissue and climbs up to the upper bunk bed to focus on weaving a half-finished piece placed on her bedside.
"What are you weaving?" Jiang Liuying asks her from below.
She is not only curious about Shen Xiaomeng's weaving but also puzzled about why Shen Xiaomeng suddenly moved her bed to the top bunk.
In the dormitory, there were four people and four bunk beds. Originally, everyone lived on the lower bunks, with boxes and miscellaneous items neatly arranged on the upper bunks. However, recently, Shen Xiaomeng suddenly moved her bed to the upper bunk and transferred her boxes and other items to the lower bunk. This made her stand out in the dormitory and disrupted the previously orderly environment. Jiang Liuying, who slept opposite her, was particularly affected. In the past, whenever she woke up and opened her eyes, she would see Shen Xiaomeng's face peeking out from the covers, her eyes rolling around or peacefully closed in sleep.
Shen Xiaomeng was widely recognized as the person who loved to sleep the most in the dormitory. She rarely had the chance to wake up earlier than Jiang Liuying, so as she put it, she almost never had the opportunity to see Jiang Liuying sleeping.
Now, however, Jiang Liuying could no longer see Shen Xiaomeng's adorable sleeping face. Every time she woke up and instinctively looked towards her bed, all she saw was a mess of items. This description did not mean that Shen Xiaomeng had not organized her things on the lower bunk; rather, in Jiang Liuying's eyes, no matter how tidy things were arranged, they could never compare to how Shen Xiaomeng looked while sleeping.
Not being able to see her sleeping face anymore left Jiang Liuying feeling unsettled for a long time. Even now, she continued to flatter and coax Shen Xiaomeng into moving back down.
"Scarf," Shen Xiaomeng replied casually without stopping her hands.
"It's almost summer; why are you knitting a scarf now?" Jiang Liuying continued to ask.
"Just to pass the time," Shen Xiaomeng replied lightly, showing no enthusiasm.
"Well, even if you're passing time, there are better things to do than knitting yarn at this moment. Your palms are all sweaty; it's inconvenient for knitting and can easily dirty the fabric."
Jiang Liuying also loved knitting, so she knew which seasons were best for it. Typically, people started knitting after autumn began to prepare for winter when the weather was slightly cool and their palms weren't sweaty, making it easier to knit. Alternatively, right after winter when spring arrived was also a good season for knitting. After a winter season, one would know what clothing items were needed and could quickly make them in spring to prepare for the next winter. Spring was leisurely; it didn't matter if one knitted slowly or quickly since they could still wear their newly knitted clothes or scarves during that season. Generally, one could create trendy patterns and styles that were fashionable for that season.
Knitting during summer was indeed rare.
Shen Xiaomeng did not respond.
Jiang Liuying walked over to her bedside and leaned down to catch Shen Xiaomeng's hands as she knitted the scarf. She wanted to verify if her words were correct.
Shen Xiaomeng's hands were icy cold, startling Jiang Liuying into exclaiming, "Mengmeng, why are your hands so cold? Are you sick?"
"No, my hands have always been cold," Shen Xiaomeng replied, putting down her knitting needles. "So, everyone is different. For me, this season is perfect for knitting."
Jiang Liuying glanced at her, knowing that she had not been feeling well lately. She wanted to comfort her but didn't know how.
Matters of love are indeed hard to console. It wouldn't be appropriate to tell her to cherish it or something similar; love cannot be fulfilled by just one person cherishing it. It wouldn't be right to insist that she hold onto Hao Chuanze either; that would undermine her worth. Love should always be equal; there has never been a humble love that ends happily, and love cannot be forced. Yet love is often a matter between two people who care for each other, while not caring can be a solitary affair. Such is the cruelty of love.
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