In those long afternoons and late nights when the boundaries between sleep and wakefulness blurred, Chang Xuyu began to frequently recall certain things.
Memories were like a handful of soft snow, silently falling into her palm, melting to leave only a cool, cold sensation that gradually spread through her heart, fleeting yet profound enough.
However, many things from the present she could no longer remember clearly—like what she had for breakfast, or what time the nurse had taken her temperature... She couldn't recall the jokes Yuan Zixu had told her recently, nor the new data Song Shuheng had mentioned during rounds two days ago.
But she remembered an evening from long ago.
She remembered it was autumn, the ground covered in golden ginkgo leaves scattered across this small world. Chang Xuyu sat on a bench by the roadside, sketching her entry for the academy's "Golden Autumn" themed event. She drew slowly, meticulously tracing the texture and shape of each leaf.
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