Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 140

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The sound was crisp and clear, ringing with a hint of surprise, like a gentle stream flowing through a mountain valley, pressing steadily against my ear.

I glanced up slightly, and through my blurry vision, I saw a familiar figure dressed in a black and white windbreaker, with a black beanie perched on his head, standing a few steps below, his face lit up with joy as he looked at me.

Our eyes met, and I recognized those lovely eyes. It was Timothy.

I quickly fought back the tears and blurted out, “Why are you here?”

Only then did I realize my voice was quivering with a hint of crying.

Timothy caught on to that as well, and in a few strides, he was in front of me, bending over and asking. “Did you get hurt?”

No way was I going to share my embarrassing mishap with him, so I played along. “Just a bit of ankle pain.”

It wasn’t like the time I twisted my ankle at the mall; the pain was noticeably sharper this time around.

The next second, a warm touch suddenly landed on my foot, and when I looked down, Timothy’s hand was already cradling my delicate ankle.

“It’s a sprain; doesn’t look like the bone’s affected.” He looked serious, gently massaging my ankle, “Come on, piggyback ride to the infirmary.”

After saying that, he shifted his backpack to his front and crouched down before me, all in one smooth motion. I didn’t even have time to think.

I was a few years older than him; there was no way I could let him carry me like that. “It’s alright; it’ll ease off.” 1–downplayed, adding, “Besides, I need to head down the mountain.”

annoyance, “Xaviera, didn’t you check the weather forecast? There’s a change coming, thick tog and slippery paths on the mountain. It’s

hadn’t paid attention

for the night.” He sighed

he spoke, his slender fingers gently tapped on his shoulder, motioning for me to lean on him. “It’s not that painful. His straightforward approach caught me off guard. “I can

own.”

after saying this, but a ripping pain shot through my

clear, ringing with a hint of surprise, like a gentle stream flowing through a mountain

windbreaker, with a black beanie perched on

I recognized those lovely eyes. It was

tears and blurted

I realize my voice was quivering with

as well, and in a few strides, he was in front of me, bending over

with him, so I

time I twisted my ankle at the mall; the pain was noticeably sharper this time

and when I looked down, Timothy’s hand was already cradling

bone’s affected.” He looked serious, gently massaging my ankle, “Come on, piggyback ride to the infirmary.”

he shifted his backpack to his front and crouched down before me,

me like that. “It’s alright; it’ll ease off.” I downplayed, adding,

Timothy turned his head slightly, saying with a hint of annoyance, “Xaviera, didn’t you check the weather forecast? There’s a change coming, thick fog and slippery paths on

hadn’t paid attention

suite: you could crash there for the night.” He sighed in resignation. “Anyway,

him. “It’s not that painful.” His straightforward approach caught me off guard, “I can stand

up after saying this, but a ripping pain shot through my