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Lost in His Isle
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My name is Lin Qi, a sophomore at A University, majoring in Journalism. I am an ordinary girl who would likely be lost in a crowd. My university life has been as bland as lukewarm water, until one evening when it was completely disrupted by a cup of scalding coffee.
I had just exited the library, clutching a stack of heavy textbooks, my mind still occupied with ideas for my final paper. The setting sun cast a warm glow on my face, and I squinted, quickening my pace to make it to the cafeteria before it closed for dinner.
As I rounded the corner, I was almost jogging and not paying attention to where I was going when I collided with a solid "obstacle." My books scattered across the ground, and worse yet, in my attempt to regain my balance, I accidentally splashed coffee all over a fellow student standing nearby. Oh no!
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" I exclaimed in a panic, forgetting about my fallen books as I hurriedly tried to help clean up the mess.
The rich aroma of coffee filled the air, accompanied by a low, slightly exasperated gasp. It was then that I looked up and saw the "victim"—Shen Yu.
Yes, that Shen Yu. The campus celebrity from A University, a genius from the Computer Science department who consistently topped scholarship lists and possessed a face that made the hearts of all the girls (and perhaps some boys) race. At that moment, a large coffee stain had spread across the front of his crisp white shirt, making him appear somewhat disheveled.
He frowned slightly, his dark eyes lowered as he examined the stain on his shirt before lifting his gaze to meet mine. His expression was calm, devoid of the anger I had expected; instead, there was an almost imperceptible hint of… scrutiny?
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer than I had imagined, like a cool breeze on a summer night.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment; I wished for nothing more than to disappear into the ground. "I—I’m fine… It’s my fault. I'm sorry about your shirt…" I stammered, pointing at the stain on his chest. "Can I help you clean it? Or I can buy you a new one?"
Shen Yu's gaze flicked over my flushed cheeks and then landed on the scattered books around us. One of them lay open with my name—Lin Qi—written in elegant script on its pages. He seemed to chuckle softly, so faintly that it might have been my imagination. "It's fine."
He bent down naturally and began picking up my books one by one, stacking them neatly before handing them back to me. "Be careful when you walk."
I stood there dazed, clutching my books as I watched him turn and walk away. The coffee stain on his white shirt glared under the setting sun. Around us, classmates were whispering quietly, their eyes darting between us.
This was the first time I had come so close to Shen Yu—not on an honor wall or in trending posts on campus forums—but at this "accident" scene. He wasn’t angry; he even helped me pick up my books. His reaction made my heart skip a beat—not because of his fame but because of something indescribable that seemed to flicker in his eyes at that moment.
That night, I couldn't sleep. The image replayed in my mind along with Shen Yu's words: "Be careful when you walk." This seemingly mundane beginning felt like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in my previously tranquil life.
Our first encounter truly was an "accident."
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