The next morning at eight, Han Yu rode his little electric scooter, with Lin Qingya weaving through the bustling streets and alleys, heading to Jinling First People's Hospital.
Because of her injured waist and ankle, Lin Qingya had to sit on the scooter with her leg raised and her body tilted.
On the road, they happened to pass by a boy and a girl in school uniforms, chatting while riding their bicycles to school.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qingya's lips revealed an unconscious smile.
The moment seemed familiar.
Back in university, there was also a boy who would ride his bicycle with her to class, thoughtfully bringing her milk, breakfast, or snacks. During lectures, he would even have classmates pass her little notes…
"Hold on tight, there are a few speed bumps ahead,"
As Lin Qingya reminisced about her school days, Han Yu's words snapped her back to reality.
The past was gone forever.
The boy from her memories had ultimately left her...
"Oh,"
