Chapter 4: It Wasn’t Intentional (1/2)

The journey from the provincial city to Shuangyang County was only 60 kilometers.

An hour later, the taxi entered the county town.

All the way,

Zhao Qingfeng’s gaze wandered over the familiar yet strange streets.

This was the most beautiful spring in his memory.

The streets were calm and warm.

The sunlight shone on the poplar trees by the roadside, sparkling with silver light.

He wished the clock could slow down even more.

After all, billions in assets were no match for priceless youth.

At this moment,

Inside the classroom of Class 2, Grade 12 at County No. 2 Middle School,

Shen Lingyao was using the lunch break to bury herself in writing her diary.

The sunlight penetrated the glass, shining on her youthful ponytail.

Her pretty face’s eyes were already moist, her delicate hands holding the pen, writing and stopping, lifting her face to look outside the window from time to time, as if trying to clearly hear what the carefree birds were saying.

“What are you writing? Let me see!”

Zhang Yang, who had just returned from playing basketball, snatched the diary.

He was Zhao Qingfeng’s good buddy, but had a hard fate in his previous life and died young.

“Zhang Yang, give it back!”

Shen Lingyao was startled and reached out to snatch it back.

“What are you afraid of? Let me see!”

Zhang Yang, with his donkey face, joked foolishly, running around the classroom, flipping through the diary, reading its contents aloud for the classmates to hear.

“March 5, 1998, that jerk Brother Qingfeng actually put a toad in my backpack, I’m so mad, I’m going to draw a turtle on his back!”

“December 3, 1999, Brother Qingfeng surely didn’t expect the anonymous call last night was from me, look at him being beaten up by his mom, that’s what you get for skipping classes and going to internet cafes.”

“April 6, 2001, it rained heavily today, Brother Qingfeng didn’t bring an umbrella, seeing him drenched like a drowned rat is so funny, la la la!”

“April 9, 2001, Brother Qingfeng actually transferred schools secretly, it was Aunt Feng who told me afterwards, I’m so mad, I don’t want to bother with him anymore! [○?｀Д′?○].”

“May 10, 2001, it’s been a month since Brother Qingfeng transferred, that jerk, even ghosts know to return home on the seventh day, but he didn’t even call me! I didn’t cry, I just spilled water on my diary, I’m not always thinking of him…”

The girl’s feelings were all written in the diary.

This had been Shen Lingyao’s habit for years.

Zhang Yang read without a care, and the classmates laughed heartlessly.

Shen Lingyao was so anxious she was about to cry, not wanting anyone to know her inner thoughts.

“Damn you, Zhang Yang, give it back!”

She chased him with a sharpened pencil in hand.

“No, let me see, I miss brother Zhao too!”

Zhang Yang dodged left and right, quickly running to the door, trying to escape the classroom.

But just as he reached the door,

He collided with a figure who was rushing in.

Shen Lingyao also reached the door.

She snatched the diary, about to scold Zhang Yang.

But when she saw Zhao Qingfeng standing at the door, his face sweaty and covered in mud, she froze.

“Yaoyao!”

Zhao Qingfeng stared at her delicate, spirited face, choked up.

How many years had it been.

Although he only realized Shen Lingyao’s love for him at the last moment of his previous life, this intense emotion was more precious than a thousand years.

Shen Lingyao stood frozen.

Her watery eyes flickered, full of spirit and reproach.

This youthful aura, like the April spring breeze, made Zhao Qingfeng unable to control his emotions.

Tears streamed down his face.

He shouted with all his might, as if announcing to the whole world, “Shen Lingyao, I… I miss you!”

Thousands of words in his heart, perhaps owing too much, he wanted to say ‘I love you’, but he couldn’t utter the words.

His eyes brimming with tears, he just stood there, dumbfounded.

“Have you gone mad? City No. 1 Middle School has strict management, did you skip classes to come back? If Aunt Feng finds out, she’ll kill you!”

Shen Lingyao was frightened, even more worried about Zhao Qingfeng’s safety.

Indeed.

Zhao Qingfeng had indeed ‘gone mad’, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to return to County No. 2 Middle School.

The classmates were also surprised, all wanting to know why he had come back.