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Hearing his words, I couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed, the panic and shyness in my heart growing stronger. I tried to hide my emotions, lowering my head, my lips trembling slightly, unsure of how to answer his question.
"No, it's nothing. I might just be a bit hot from exercising earlier," I stammered, my voice trembling slightly, unable to conceal the turmoil inside me.
I didn't see a hint of affection in his gaze; I was just thinking about escaping this awkward situation as quickly as possible, but he still held onto my hand tightly.
"Shen Yulin, what are you doing?" I asked softly, trying to free my hand.
He smiled gently, his voice warm and low: "Star, you're being insincere."
I sighed lightly and nodded. "It's just some small matters; it's nothing serious."
He looked at me quietly, seemingly deep in thought. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I wondered how he would react.
Taking advantage of his moment of contemplation, I made up my mind and suddenly pulled my hand away with force, turning around and quickly walking down the stairs.
My mind was in chaos as I quickened my pace, not daring to look back for fear of seeing his expression. An indescribable emotion churned within me, making it hard to breathe. I didn't know what to do next, how to face him, or how to deal with these complicated feelings.
Was he... just a friend? Or did Uncle ask him to take care of me? Or was it something else...
I dared not think too much; it felt like something was about to burst from my heart—a disaster I couldn't prevent.
Even after returning to my bedroom, my mood remained unsettled. I closed my eyes; although the room was filled with familiar quietness, my heart was in disarray. I didn't understand why I felt so flustered or why I could never remain calm in front of him.
I sat quietly on the bed, hugging my knees, trying to sort out my thoughts.
Thinking of his letter, I moved to my desk and picked up a fresh sheet of paper, preparing to write back.
My fingers lightly brushed over the texture of the paper. Closing my eyes slowly, I began to write down my thoughts and feelings with care. I expressed the inner turmoil and confusion within me; each word was a reflection of my true emotions.
After finishing, I carefully folded the paper and placed it in an envelope, drawing a five-pointed star on the cover before carefully tucking it into my language book.
"Dinner's ready!" My father's voice called from outside the door.
"Okay!" I quickly tidied up and stepped out of my room.
That night, I fell into a heavy and suffocating dream. In the dream, I returned to a painful memory from when I was seven years old.
I saw my mother standing quietly by the roadside, smiling and waving at me. It felt like I was reliving that heartbreaking moment as a car sped toward her. Terrified, I wanted to scream, but no sound came from my throat.
Suddenly, the car rushed toward my mother. I watched helplessly as everything unfolded before me. At that moment, it felt like my heart was being torn apart; a deep sense of despair and helplessness surged within me.
The scene in the dream seemed frozen at that moment; I couldn't forget my mother's gentle smile and her final farewell. Every time I dreamed of this memory, it brought an indescribable pain and sorrow.
When I woke up, beads of sweat covered my forehead. Sitting alone on the bed with arms wrapped around myself, I felt an endless loneliness and sadness fill my heart. In the dark room, it felt as though I were trapped in an unescapable nightmare.
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