This scene seemed like a casual orchestration by fate, where two individuals from different realms briefly intersected in a fleeting moment, only to swiftly part ways, leaving behind a subtle fragrance in the air and soft ripples in the heart.
Lin Qianxia stood there, rooted in place, watching as Su Chenyi's figure receded into the distance, her heart a whirlwind of emotions. She had never anticipated that her university journey would commence in such an unexpected way. A pang of loss washed over her, but she quickly composed herself, resolving not to let this minor incident mar her spirits.
With a gentle yet resolute touch, Lin Qianxia's fingers danced among the scattered sketchbooks on the ground, each flip of a page like a tender dialogue with the past. Suddenly, her attention was captivated by a particular sketchbook, its cover image blooming like an unwittingly revealed secret flower, silently taking root in her heart.