Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 292

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.

female students appeared nervous, excited, or

faintly, set the letter aside, opened his textbook,

his voice and the sound of pages

clear his mind of distractions and focus entirely

I like

ending, a bold voice

erupted

had been explaining a slide, paused

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

expression and unwavering stance suggested someone unafraid to act on her feelings. The classroom was

actually admired her

in his past, perhaps his

silent, some mischievous students,

class is over, that opportunity

students goodbye, he took his book

the building, someone called

during class ran up

to know what kind of woman you like?" she

seemed confident, perhaps confused by his

diplomatically, "You're

right now should be

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

a student confessed to you in class today. What did I tell you? Have you considered dating someone seriously? It might help certain students who seem distracted by you

but

his colleague left, he opened his drawer and took out

and Emily as children, preserved by Martin

had kept

photo, Jason's thoughts drifted to the

had always been unhurried as

checking his watch repeatedly until

you hurry

you know."

pedaled away from Broadway Alley, his

had that effect on him-her perpetual

daily rides to school represented a

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

the carrots from her dish,

don't like carrots, give them to me. I love

blinking her long eyelashes in confusion. "You actually like

mouth full of pasta. "The strange one is anyone

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

he had offered, taking the elastic from her

spotted them and

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