I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 151 - 147: Darkness

Chapter 151: Chapter 147: Darkness

The room was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen tip moving across the paper.

The rematch coincidentally collided with the final exams, making it essential to practice physics problems and not neglect the main subjects.

Perhaps knowing that most students lack self-discipline, teachers from various subjects also started to assign an insane amount of homework.

So much so that even Ruan Ruan couldn’t find time to hang out with Qingran.

Qingran’s wrist ached from writing, she put down her pen and shook her wrist, catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye that Xie Ying’an was also working through the same test paper.

Xie Ying’an had reverted to his wildly cursive handwriting, which was so connected that it was almost impossible to recognize without looking carefully.

He was merely coping with the homework. Old Wu even used him as an example last time to scold the underperformers, saying how Xie Ying’an, who ranked first in their grade, never missed submitting his homework. How could those far behind him in grades have the audacity not to do their homework?

However, Qingran had no idea why Xie Ying’an initially wanted to become a doctor, or even why he had practiced the wildly cursive script in advance for that purpose.

Having written down the last answer, Xie Ying’an hadn’t yet put down his pen when the silence in the room was broken by the urgent ring of a cellphone.

Xie Ying’an took out his phone, saw ’Li Qing Mo’ displayed on the screen, and, not wanting to answer, he swiped to decline the call.

Within half a minute, Qingran’s phone began to ring, and the caller was the same person.

Qingran spread her hands helplessly towards Xie Ying’an who was looking her way.

Knowing her brother’s temperament, she didn’t dare to reject his call lightly and swiped to answer, placing the phone by her ear.

Before Qingran could speak, Li Qingmo started shouting loudly: "Li Qingran, is Xie Ying’an next to you? Also, why did Liu Luoxi find her way to me? Did you tell her where I am?"

The last sentence was practically roared out, causing Qingran’s ears to ring painfully, and she quickly moved the phone a bit further from her ear.

Before she could respond, Li Qingmo continued: "Let Xie Ying’an take the phone, quick, I need to talk to him."

Glancing at Xie Ying’an, who understood her intent, he took the phone and casually said into it: "Speak?"

Whatever Li Qingmo said, Xie Ying’an’s expression darkened, and he lowered his voice slightly: "Wait for me, I’ll come over now."

He handed the phone back to Qingran, briefly stating, "Your brother needs me for something, I’ll go have a look," before turning and heading out.

As he reached the door, Xie Ying’an paused, glanced sideways at Qingran with a somewhat stiff expression: "Still got a lot of homework?"

Qingran, puzzled, still nodded.

Seeing her affirmative response seemed to slightly relieve Xie Ying’an, he added: "It’s very hot outside, better not go out."

With that, he quickly left, closing the door behind him.

Qingran was perplexed, feeling that Xie Ying’an had recently been wary of her going out.

Lately, if she wanted to have a late-night snack after finishing her homework and take a walk in the yard to digest, Xie Ying’an would always follow her, as if the moment he couldn’t see her, she would secretly cheat on him...

Qingran dismissed the somewhat ridiculous thought from her mind, picked up the pen, switched to another test paper, but found she couldn’t settle down to do it.

When she really didn’t feel like doing homework, Qingran never forced herself, she checked the time on her phone, it was four forty-seven in the afternoon.

She drew back the curtains to let the sunlight pour in, scorching summer, the weather at four or five o’clock was still very hot, but constantly sitting in air conditioning was also quite uncomfortable.

Qingran feared skin damage from the sun, so she dared not stay under it for long. Sitting without the mood to do homework, she simply turned off the air conditioner, grabbed her phone, and went downstairs.

At this hour, Aunt Liu had already come over and was cleaning the living room. Seeing Qingran come down, she smiled and asked what she’d like to eat for dinner.

Qingran wasn’t in the mood for anything; the hot weather often diminished her appetite.

She sat on the sofa scrolling through her phone for a while, but soon found it boring and decided to go out for a walk, greeting Aunt Liu and switching to sandals before leaving.

It was after five in the afternoon, the sun gradually setting, casting the earth in shades of orange.

It was cooler now, and more people came out to the park. The park near Qingran’s home was spacious and equipped with various fitness devices, attracting ladies from afar who crossed several roads daily for a visit.

Previously, these ladies would gather here to dance in the evening, but after being complained about by nearby residents several times, they finally escaped the nightly musical bombardment.

On the streets, besides some elderly folks, there were young people with children. Qingran strolled around the park and unknowingly found herself near the old tree again.

Just days ago, Li Qingmo had told her that the stray cats here had been sent to the pet hospital by their father. Qingran knew she couldn’t come every day to feed those cats; in such hot weather, it wasn’t right to have Aunt Liu run back and forth either.

Sending the stray cats for professional care was indeed a good choice.

The ancient tree, of indeterminate age, was lush and verdant, its trunk requiring three or four people to embrace fully.

From a distance, Qingran gazed at it before she approached. Standing under its shade, she instinctively looked up.

Just one glance, and she was stunned in place.

On the familiar branches, amidst the dense leaves that couldn’t obscure him, sat a youth in black. He perched there, his eyes lowered toward Qingran, unaware of how long he had been there or how long he had been observing.

Qingran came to her senses and hesitantly called out, "God Ji?"

She quickly corrected herself: "Senior Brother Ji?"

Ji Yanchen remained still, quietly observing her from above. After a long while, he shifted his gaze away briefly before bringing it back to Qingran.

He repeated this twice, as if to confirm that Qingran was indeed standing under the tree and not merely a figment of his imagination.

Ji Yanchen then seemed to recover, abruptly jumping down from the branch and landing right in front of Qingran.

Qingran instinctively stepped back in alarm.

The youth, almost a head taller than her, was still dressed in black. Unlike before, he wasn’t wearing his black baseball cap; his hair, previously long enough to cover his face, was now cut short, revealing his brows and eyes.

His features remained delicate, and having not seen him for a while, he appeared even paler, his amber-colored eyes undisturbed.

Qingran managed to conjure a smile, which she hoped didn’t appear stiff: "Senior Brother Ji, long time no see."

"... Qingran," his voice hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken in a long time, "It’s been a long while since I’ve seen you..."

He seemed to be looking at Qingran, but she had the feeling that Ji Yanchen was looking through her, at someone else.

Ji Yanchen slowly raised his hand toward the nearby bushes, saying, "It’s also been a long time since I’ve seen those cats..."

Not seeing you, not seeing the cats, this world seems unbearably dark.

So dark that... he felt like leaving at any moment...

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