Chapter 4The Girl in the Photo

Weekend.

I deliberately chose a white sundress.

My long hair was let down, with just a simple wooden hairpin holding up a few strands.

In the mirror, I looked like the picture of innocence.

I waited by the basketball court at F University for nearly half an hour.

Finally, Ethan walked toward the court.

Simple white T-shirt, grey sweatpants, tall and straight.

My heartbeat started to speed up, but it was mostly a strange kind of excitement.

I took a deep breath, suppressing the nervousness.

I quickened my pace, pretending to be distracted, and just as he was about to enter the court, I suddenly turned.

"Oh!"

I feigned panic.

My whole body crashed into him.

I fell precisely into his arms.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled my nose.

Reflexively, he reached out to steady my waist.

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

I exclaimed, still in his arms, my long hair cascading down.

Ethan was stunned by this sudden "attack."

He looked down at me, his eyes full of surprise.

"You..."

Just as he started to speak, I interrupted him.

"Sorry, sorry, I was in such a hurry to get back to class, I wasn't watching where I was going."

I quickly stood firm, keeping my head down, avoiding his eyes.

Leaving a hurried apology, I turned and walked away quickly.

I could feel his gaze on my back, but I walked faster.

Behind me, he seemed to be calling me, but I turned a deaf ear.