Having been given a second chance at life, who would still want to pursue her?

Lin Qingxue stood motionless for a long time.

The person's voice seemed to still echo in the hallway.

But the figure had already disappeared into the stairwell.

She looked down at her brand-new school uniform and remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, she slightly parted her lips.

A very soft voice rang out.

"That's fine too."

"That's...for the best."

Lin Qingxue murmured softly.

The moment she looked up again, her expression had completely returned to calm.

......

Chen Jianji carried the bag and walked to the trash can downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

There are no recycling bins here at all; he and Zhang Xinyi were just making things up.

Chen Jianji looked at the bag in his hand, and without any change in expression, casually tossed it into the trash can.

But after throwing it away, he didn't rush to leave.

Instead, they walked to the flower bed not far away and sat down.

His eyes were fixed quietly on the trash can.

Chen Jianji remembers that around this time of morning reading, the morning garbage truck would come to collect the things from the girls' dormitory.

How did he know so much?

Chen Jianji twitched the corner of his mouth.

Of course, it's his memories of this girls' dormitory building; there are just too many.

Every farewell, every moment of waiting.

They all wanted to see that familiar figure, even if it was only for a few minutes.

Did he have any fond memories with Lin Qingxue?

He believed he had seen the diary, even though he hadn't actually read it.

Whether it's high school or married life, it all happened.

But after watching it...

Chen Jianji suddenly realized that everything was just his own opinion.

Memories kept coming back.

Snapped!

Chen Jianji slapped his forehead.

He abruptly stopped the memory.

People approaching thirty tend to reminisce easily.

This habit is very bad.

Not to mention that he is currently eighteen years old, the prime of his youth.

It's been six days since I came back.

This is enough time to let go of that person.

Even though it had been with them for a full ten years.

Even though she's right in front of me every day now.

Chen Jianji stared at what was in front of him, his pupils gradually narrowing, and his expression becoming increasingly blank.

He had just thought of Lin Qingxue.

It was Xiaotong...

He thought of Xiaotong.

But thinking of her inevitably brings to mind Lin Qingxue.

It's because every time she's with Xiaotong, she'll ask in a childish voice to call or video chat with Lin Qingxue.

These memories seem to be etched into my flesh and blood, and cannot be erased.

He has been deliberately controlling himself and hasn't thought about Xiaotong for many days.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live a good life.

Snapped!

Chen Jianji slapped himself hard across the face.

I could even hear a buzzing sound in my ears.

Chen Jianji turned his face to the side, then his eyes gradually returned to calm.

Perhaps, the soul that was twenty-eight years old in its previous life needs a ritual to come to a complete end.

Let him belong completely to Chen Jianji, who is eighteen years old this year.

rustle...

Chen Jianji sat there, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

On a summer morning, the sun's rays and heat have not yet fully dissipated.

The wind still carried a slight chill, gently brushing against his cheeks.

This gradually calmed his somewhat flustered state of mind.

"The last time..."

"This is the last time..."

Chen Jianji murmured to himself, seemingly talking to no one in particular.

But there was no one around.

Only the banyan tree behind him swayed gently, as if responding to him.

Rumble...

suddenly.

The sound of a car engine slowly approached from afar.

Chen Jianji turned his head to look.

A garbage truck came rolling over fallen leaves.

Chen Jianji's gaze followed the car as it turned.

The garbage truck finally came to a slow stop near the garbage bins at the dormitory building entrance.

A person got off the vehicle and was directing the driver to control the machinery on board.

Until the trash can is secured.

The person then shouted, "All done!"

rumble...

The driver was operating the controls when a sound rang out.

The trash can was lifted up by the machine chain.

Chan Kin-kei remembers the first time he saw this scene.

They even exclaimed in amazement that the garbage trucks in this city were truly different.

At this time.

Chen Jianji just watched quietly.

Watching the trash can being gradually lifted high.

Then the machine started moving.

The entire trash can was flipped over.

All the items inside the box suddenly poured out.

Chen Jianji saw the transparent plastic bag.

During the fall and impact, the already torn bag was torn even more.

The contents inside were completely exposed.

The sheets and pillowcases were instantly stained by the surrounding garbage, becoming covered in a layer of black grime that couldn't be washed off.

And those hair clips and hair ties in those plastic boxes.

All of them fell away due to gravity.

The brightly colored ornaments shimmered with fragmented, multicolored light under the increasingly high sunlight.

But the next second, they were all submerged by countless streams of dirty water.

Cups, book pages, some handmade trinkets, sticky notes...

It took almost three years.

There are so many things between them.

So many that even ten years later, Chen Jian could hardly remember them all.

When recommending it to Zhang Xinyi, it was solely based on subconscious instinct.

Surprisingly, his preferences haven't changed in the past ten years.

These objects represent all the memories of my three years of high school.

At this moment, everything is in this big bag.

With the rumble of machinery.

Gradually it tilts, falls, and eventually breaks.

Like dust, it vanished before Chen Jianji's eyes.

Bang!

The worker shut down the machine.

The garbage truck roared away into the distance.

Only empty trash cans remained.

There was also a ground covered with fallen leaves blown by the wind.

Chen Jianji looked at the trash can in front of him.

It seemed as if I could see the empty interior.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

"This is good."

He said this as he slowly stood up.

But before he could make any further moves...

A voice came from not far to my side.

"Chen Jianji, what are you still standing there for?"

It's Ms. Huang Ting's voice.

"The dorm inspection is finished, time to head back. Morning reading is over, time for assembly!"

It's Wang Jiaqi's voice.

"You're just slacking off. We're the ones doing all the checking, aren't you coming over?"

The voice is mature, yet still carries a hint of resentment; it belongs to Pan Shuqi.

"Brother Ji! It's time to go back!"

Chen Jianji slowly turned to look at it.

It was Zhao Yong waving in this direction.

Ms. Huang Ting stood there, her brow furrowed with anxiety, constantly glancing at her watch.

Wang Jiaqi placed her hands on either side of her lips and shouted in this direction.

Pan Shuqi's eyes held a hint of resentment, yet a smile played on her lips.

At this moment, the sun seems to truly hang high in the sky.

Sunlight filtered through the layers of shadows cast by the banyan tree, dappling Chen Jianji's body.

The people opposite him were standing in the sunlight, waiting for him.

Chen Jianji smiled.

I lifted my leg and stepped away from the empty trash can, which was now covered in filth.

They gradually walked towards the group of people standing in the sunlight.

"They're here!"

......