Chapter 292 My First Love

Those who've spent time at Starlight Medical College often reminisce about its distinctively beautiful campus.

Especially in spring and summer, the grounds burst with colorful flowers, their fragrance permeating the air with refreshing sweetness.

The cherry blossom garden stood as one of the medical school's renowned attractions. During bloom season, the campus opened to the public, drawing admirers from far and wide.

Now, at peak bloom, the trees were magnificent-clouds of delicate pink blossoms swaying gently. When the breeze stirred, petals showered down like snow, creating a scene of perfect romance.

Jason paused while passing through the garden, unable to resist capturing a few photos on his phone.

A camera click behind him caught his attention. Turning around, he discovered a young woman aiming her phone directly at him.

Caught in the act, she lowered her phone with an embarrassed smile. "Mr. Foster!" Jason, dressed in a crisp white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black trousers, held a textbook in one hand and his phone in the other.

"Were you... photographing the blossoms too?" he asked with a gentle smile.

The student hid her camera behind her back, blushing as she stepped backward. "No, I wasn't taking any pictures. Mr. Foster, I need to get to class. Goodbye!" She turned and hurried away.

Jason watched her ponytail swing as she ran, the very picture of youthful energy.

His colleagues often joked that Jason could easily pass for a student himself. But Jason felt old-not physically, but in spirit.

There was truth to the saying that one was getting old when one spent more time reminiscing about the past.

Walking through the cherry blossom garden toward the academic building, he exchanged greetings with passing faculty and students.

A man of principle, Jason always arrived at his classroom five minutes early. Today, distracted by the blossoms, he reached the door just as the bell rang.

At least he wasn't late.

The classroom was already full. As he entered, the chatter immediately subsided.

Though generally conventional in his personal life, Jason had a knack for teaching. He incorporated real medical cases into his lectures, transforming dry medical theory into engaging content.

Consequently, no one ever missed his classes or arrived late or left early.

Female students, in particular, competed for front-row seats just to be closer to him.

As Jason approached the lectern and set down his book, he noticed a pink envelope

on the desk addressed in neat handwriting: [For Professor Foster.]

He could guess the contents-since joining the medical school, he'd received countless similar letters.

Looking up, he calmly surveyed the room.

The student from the cherry blossom garden was there, head down, avoiding his gaze.

appeared nervous, excited,

set the letter aside, opened his textbook, and inserted

his voice and the sound of pages turning and pens

clear his mind of distractions and focus

Foster, I

class was ending, a bold voice

room erupted

had been explaining a slide, paused and turned toward

row stood a young woman, now the focus of everyone's

was of average height with short hair and an androgynous style. Her brave expression and unwavering stance suggested someone unafraid

actually admired her

past, perhaps his life would have turned out

some mischievous

"School time is a limited resource once a class is over, that opportunity is gone. Given how precious this time is, I'd appreciate if we could all stay on topic and avoid discussions

the students goodbye, he took

he exited the building, someone called after him. "Mr.

had confessed during class ran up to him, breathless

know what kind of

confident, perhaps

smiled gently and replied diplomatically,

should be your

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that, he walked away, book in hand. He heard her begin to sob

I tell you? Have you considered dating someone seriously? It might help certain students who seem distracted by you to concentrate

smiled but said

his colleague left, he opened his drawer

Emily as children, preserved

away, Jason had kept

at the photo, Jason's thoughts drifted to

always been unhurried as a child, never

wait impatiently downstairs, checking his watch repeatedly until she finally bounced down the

hurry

would smile brightly and respond, "You don't have to wait for me, you know." Despite her words, she would climb onto the back of his

from Broadway Alley,

that effect on him-her perpetual smile made it impossible to stay

daily rides to school represented a

a weekend when Emily's parents were away. He had spent his allowance treating her to pasta at a small

had meticulously picked out all the carrots from her dish, and he had

you don't like carrots, give them to me.

long eyelashes in confusion. "You actually

of pasta. "The strange one is anyone who

Alley entrance afterward, Emily's hair tie had fallen out. After struggling to fix it herself, she

offered, taking the elastic from

spotted them and started teasing loudly, "Jason likes

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