Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

Time flies by like a white horse, slipping away silently through our fingers. When the graduation bell rings slowly on campus, the scent of farewell in the air, like a vine, tightly wraps around everyone's heart.

Zhao Qingyu and Xiao Jingmo were no exception. Standing at a crossroads in life, they looked at the different paths they were about to embark on, their hearts and eyes filled with reluctance. That reluctance was like a fine silk thread, tightly wrapped around their hearts, and every thread and every bit of it was filled with unspeakable melancholy.

On the campus' tree-lined avenue, sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappled shadows dancing across the ground like lively elves. Zhao Qingyu and Xiao Jingmo walked side by side, their figures stretched out like a long, ethereal tale of inseparable love. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, whispering their story.

Zhao Qingyu tilted her head slightly, looking at Xiao Jingmo's profile. The sunlight shone on his face, outlining his resolute features. A warm current surged in her heart, mixed with a hint of sadness. They had walked this tree-lined path countless times, sharing joys and sorrows, looking forward to the future. But now, the future has become so uncertain.

They knew this separation was unlike the brief vacations they'd experienced before; it was the price of growing up, a fork in the road that life inevitably faced. This fork in the road felt like a watershed in fate, taking them in different directions.

They may strive for their dreams in different cities, or meet new friends and experience new stories. But no matter what, the friendship they built during their youth will remain in their hearts forever.

They slowly walked through the classroom where they had once studied together. The classroom was empty, but the laughter and chatter of the past seemed to still echo in their ears. The desks and chairs were neatly arranged, as if waiting for the next batch of students to arrive.

Zhao Qingyu gently stroked the already mottled tabletop, which seemed to still bear traces of their furious writing. Xiao Jingmo stood quietly by her side, looking at her gently, his eyes filled with deep affection, as if he wanted to deeply imprint her figure in his heart.

She seemed to see herself and Xiao Jingmo sitting at this table, arguing over a difficult question and preparing for an exam. Those days, although busy, were full of hope and vitality.

Xiao Jingmo stood quietly by, his eyes filled with memories. He recalled the nights they had spent together, the classroom ablaze with light, their journeys through the ocean of knowledge. He also remembered Zhao Qingyu's earnest expression, her focused eyes; that was the most beautiful image in his mind. Now, all of this would become a memory, as they were about to embark on different journeys.

They left the classroom and arrived at the schoolyard. The grass was green, and the sunlight cast a golden glow on it. They had run and played here, shedding the sweat of their youth. Zhao Qingyu looked at this familiar playground, a flood of emotion welling up in her heart. She knew it held so many memories for them, and those wonderful times would remain forever in her heart.

Xiao Jingmo reached out and gently took Zhao Qingyu's hand. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with reluctance and blessings. They understood that although they were about to part, their friendship would never change. They would work hard on their respective paths and fight for their dreams.

Following the path, they came to the familiar garden, where the flowers were still in full bloom, their colorful petals swaying gently in the breeze.

They had shared their hearts and minds here, their words, sweet or bitter, like dewdrops on flower petals, glittering and transparent. Zhao Qingyu bent down and gently sniffed a blooming flower. The faint fragrance brought an inexplicable melancholy to her heart.

Xiao Jingmo gently held her hand, his palm was warm and strong, as if giving her strength.

Finally, they reached the top of the mountain where they watched the sunset together.

When they reached the top of the mountain, it was as if time had stopped for them. The breeze gently brushed across their faces, bringing a slight coolness but making them feel extremely comfortable.

They stood there quietly, taking in the entire campus. Those familiar buildings, like guardians of time, carried countless memories. The solemn grandeur of the library, the well-organized layout of the teaching buildings, the warmth and tranquility of the dormitories—everywhere bore the traces of their presence.

The paths they had walked countless times now became especially familiar. They were where they once chased and played, and where they found a quiet moment in their busy study life.

Every stone slab on the path seems to tell their story, perhaps the sound of footsteps rushing to class in the early morning, or the laughter of strolling in the evening.

They stood there quietly, no one spoke, just watching the sunset glow gradually dye the sky red. The picturesque scenery made them intoxicated.

The setting sun's rays bathed them in a golden veil. The clouds on the horizon were dyed a brilliant orange-red, like a vast oil painting. The distant mountains, illuminated by the setting sun, softened their outlines, seeming to blend seamlessly with the sky.

Their hearts were filled with emotion. They had spent countless wonderful days here. Those times of shared struggle and laughter replayed in their minds like a movie.

They recalled the heated discussions in class, the hard work in the library, and the free running on the playground. Everything here witnessed their growth and their youth.

The sun gradually set, and the sky darkened. But they remained on the mountaintop, unwilling to leave. They knew that everything here would become the most precious memories in their hearts. No matter where they went in the future, this mountaintop and this campus would remain forever in their hearts.

"Qingyu, I don't want to be separated from you." Xiao Jingmo broke the silence, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of imperceptible sob.

Zhao Qingyu's eyes were slightly red. She held back her tears and said, "I don't want to either, but we all have our own paths to walk."

Xiao Jingmo held her tightly in his arms, his heartbeat steady and strong. "No matter how far apart we are, my heart will always be with you."

Zhao Qingyu leaned in his arms, feeling his warmth. She knew that this feeling had taken deep root in their hearts, and no matter how time passed or how far they were from each other, it would not be easily erased.

However, the day of separation finally arrived.

The campus is full of busy figures, as graduates pack their luggage and prepare to embark on a new journey.

Zhao Qingyu and Xiao Jingmo were also making preparations silently, and they carefully treasured those beautiful memories in their hearts.

At the graduation ceremony, they wore academic gowns and academic caps, their faces filled with youthful smiles.

When the principal called their names, they walked up to the stage together and received the diplomas that symbolized their graduation. At that moment, their eyes met, and tears glistened in each other's eyes.

After the graduation ceremony, they stopped at the entrance of the campus. Xiao Jingmo gently adjusted the collar of Zhao Qingyu's bachelor's gown, his movements gentle and delicate.

"Qingyu, remember to take care of yourself." Xiao Jingmo reminded.

Zhao Qingyu nodded, tears finally streaming down her face. "You too, you must be well."

They hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to integrate each other into their lives.

Finally, they slowly let go of each other's hands and walked in different directions.

Their figures gradually walked away in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sadness of parting filled the air.

But they all know that this is only a temporary separation, their story continues, and their love will settle in time, waiting for the next reunion.