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Lovely You
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It lay quietly among a vast expanse of lush yet silent bulrushes.
The blazing sun had no concern for it, only passing by its clear blue edge in the late afternoon, casting a gentle golden halo.
Above, the bridge that sliced through the highway added to the noise of vehicles and the chirping of insects, making everything even more silent.
It was the most bustling August in Meng City.
A childish voice grew closer from afar.
“Brother Zhi Yu, is it really here?” Qing Er pouted, tugging at the boy in front of her who was focused on fiddling with the bulrushes.
This was a secret beneath the highway; once-abandoned rice fields had transformed into a patchy swamp. Recently, Meng City had experienced continuous heavy rain, and the bulrushes, with their broad leaves, were lazily basking in the sun, rarely seen by anyone. Hearing from her playmate brother that there was a beautiful and rare Blue Dragonfly here, Qing Er, on her summer break from first grade, couldn’t wait to drag him to this swamp to hunt for treasure while their parents napped. However, after half an hour of wading through grass taller than themselves, their shoes and legs were covered in mud, and they had been viciously bitten by mosquitoes without catching sight of even a single dragonfly.
“Yes, this is definitely the place; I caught it right here,” the boy replied confidently as he straightened up. He playfully scratched his cute little nose and pushed aside her bangs that had clung together with sweat. “Look at your face; it’s all sunburned. Your mom will scold me when we get home. Let’s go over there and find some shade.” The ten-year-old Zhi Yu pointed toward a nearby bridge arch, puffing out his chest heroically.
“Qing Er, be good. Wait for me in the cool shade under the bridge. I’ll come find you once I catch it.”
“But… I’m scared.”
“Don’t be afraid. If anything happens, just call for me; I’ll protect you.”
With that declaration, the little hero vanished into the grass with even more heroic speed.
This truly was a legion of bulrushes—no, it was practically a bulrush forest… Little Qing Er struggled to push aside the thick stalks of varying heights as she made her way toward the only visible patch of concrete. This verdant swamp required her to keep a constant watch on her feet; who knew which spot might lead to a stinky puddle?
Could it be that beneath the particularly soft patch of soil lurked a terrifying black rat? Or perhaps a giant snake capable of swallowing a person, like those seen on television?
If only she had known better than to come here. As Qing Er thought this, tears of fear and regret had already begun to swirl in her eyes. Looking back, all she could see were her own crooked little footprints trailing behind her. It was only twenty steps away now. She steeled herself and began to count down.
“Nineteen, twelve, ten… nine, eight, seven, five, four, three…”
“Two”—her pace quickened with the count when Qing Er suddenly paused. Her feet were already standing in the shadow of the bridge's concrete arch, but her gaze was drawn to a flash of bright blue in the grass to her right.
She immediately changed her course until the object was fully revealed before her.
A large, clean rectangular blue box.
Qing Er thought of Pandora's magical box from Greek mythology, her eyes widening in surprise. She quickly found new evidence to support her theory—the box was not locked but merely secured with a simple clasp. And what served as the lock was surprisingly two white roses tied together with a strap!
Holding her breath, Qing Er carefully untied the strap with trembling hands.
With her left hand shaking, she pulled out the two white roses from the clasp. Their petals were delicate and exuded a faint fragrance.
“Should I open it?” she nervously and solemnly asked herself in her mind.
Her right hand gently flicked open the clasp. “Snap! Thud!” A gust of wind rushed past her, and the lid slowly began to lift on its own.
She tiptoed to peer inside the box.
Her feet felt rooted to the ground as she heard the most piercing fear rising from deep within her throat. The wind howled through the marshlands, her long hair danced wildly around her, and she let go of her hands.
Qing Er's body slowly fell backward.
The wind continued to sweep through the Phragmites Marsh like a gentleman, and no one noticed that a slender lake-green ribbon was gently lifted, soaring into the clouds.
Even Qing Er, who had once touched it, did not see the romantic script written upon it.
"Kocham Cie"
I love you.
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