"Jing Jing, is that you?" Qing Xun's voice became excited, and his fingers reached out again to touch the leaves of the Mimosa. Those symmetrically growing small leaves quickly folded again, just like the timid and shy Jing Jing.
Tears slipped down Qing Xun's cheeks once more: "Jing Jing, was it worth it for me?"
The Mimosa swayed gently in the wind, and after a while, those folded leaves reopened, piece by piece, as if whispering the tangled and heartfelt stories of sadness and regret.
Brother Qing Xun, when Meng Yu bullied me, you were the first to stand up for me. From that moment on, you became the faith in my heart.
I know you have feelings for Sister Ya Ning, but it's okay. I can watch you from afar, quietly and peacefully, without asking anything of the future.
Later, when Sister Ya Ning was gone, I thought I might have a chance. Once, when I had just upgraded to a Third Level Alchemist, I gave you the newly crafted elixir, hoping to share my joy and achievement with you.
