Rebirth Sweet Romance: Young Master Luo's Heartfelt Love

The cell phone rang abruptly.

The crisp sound was like a sharp hook.

In an instant, Tang Xinxin was pulled back to the real world from her deep dream.

She slowly opened her eyes.

What comes into view is the bright sunlight.

It turned out that it was already daybreak.

The phone kept ringing relentlessly.

A hint of confusion flashed in Tang Xinxin's eyes.

It was only then that I gradually came to my senses.

Her gaze was fixed on the phone screen.

The four words "Brother Yu Ting" flashing on it

It made her heart skip a beat.

She quickly reached out and swiped the screen to answer the call.

"Xin Xin, are you up?"

Luo Yuting's gentle, soothing voice came through the receiver.

However, as soon as Tang Xinxin heard that familiar voice,

The heartbreaking images from my dream involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

The pain in her heart overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

Tears welled up uncontrollably.

"Brother Yuting, I just woke up and I miss you."

Tang Xinxin tried her best to control her tone.

Trying to make the voice sound normal

However, the slight tremor betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Luo Yuting didn't notice anything unusual on the other end of the phone.

They assumed Tang Xinxin was just being coquettish as usual.

His voice was full of doting affection:

"Little lazybones, I miss you too. It's already 9:30. I've already had two classes. There's breakfast I prepared for you downstairs. Remember to eat it."

"Okay, Brother Yuting, go home early after school."

Tang Xinxin said softly,

At that moment, a strong desire welled up in her heart.

I want to see Luo Yuting immediately.

I want to hug him tightly.

It seems that only this

Only then could she dispel the gloom and unease brought to her by her dreams.

"Okay, I'll stop here for now. Time to get ready for class. See you at noon."

After Luo Yuting finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Tang Xinxin sat blankly on the bed.

I thought to myself:

She dreamt again, rambling on and on with 17-year-old Tang Xinxin. She was filled with doubt; why did she always meet Tang Xinxin when she fell asleep? A sense of unease crept into her heart; she wondered when the memories would merge, and if that happened, would she simply disappear?

Thinking of this, her heart was filled with reluctance.

Especially when thinking of Luo Yuting,

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"I'm so reluctant to part with Brother Yu Ting!"

She murmured to herself,

His eyes revealed endless longing and melancholy.

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains.

It gently sprinkled on Tang Xinxin's bed.

She slowly woke up.

There was still a hint of dazedness in his eyes, a result of his dream.

She stretched.

He then casually began a series of activities after getting up.

She carefully selected a simple yet youthful white shirt from her wardrobe, paired it with a light blue denim mini skirt, neatly tucked the shirt into the waistband, and added a light pink belt to brighten up the overall look.

Then, she sat down in front of the dressing table, combed her long, black, and shiny hair, and casually draped it over her shoulders, with a few strands curling playfully, making her look even more lively.

After everything was ready, she slowly went downstairs.

The entire house was enveloped in tranquility.

Only the occasional soft sounds of servants bustling about could be heard from the courtyard.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet atmosphere.

Tang Xinxin walked straight to the restaurant.

A soft-boiled sandwich was already prepared and placed on the table.

There was a glass of milk next to it.

A sticky note lay quietly on the sandwich.

The strong and powerful handwriting was clearly from Luo Yuting's hand.

Tang Xinxin gently picked up the note, which read:

"Xin Xin, remember to heat it up in the microwave before you eat, and the milk too, don't drink it cold. Love you."

Looking at the familiar handwriting and thoughtful words,

Tang Xinxin's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.

last life,

Because Tang Xinxin is a picky eater, Luo Yuting has been racking his brains every day since junior high school to make her all sorts of different breakfasts.

Whether it's delicate French toast or nutritious oat and fruit cups, he always tries his best to satisfy Tang Xinxin's discerning palate.

He would get up very early in the morning.

She tiptoed into the kitchen.

I was afraid of waking her up while she was still asleep.

To make the perfect soft-boiled egg,

He practiced countless times.

Adjusting the heat and time repeatedly,

All so that Tang Xinxin could enjoy her meal.

And so he persisted, day after day.

Until the second year of high school,

She was instigated by Tao Yiran's slander.

From then on, she refused to accept breakfasts made by Luo Yuting himself.

She was blinded by love at that time.

Completely oblivious to the disappointment and pain in Luo Yuting's eyes.

And now, seeing this loving breakfast again,

A warm feeling welled up in Tang Xinxin's heart.

"Nice to have you."

She murmured softly.

Carefully pick up the sandwich and milk,

I heated them up in the microwave.

After breakfast,

Tang Xinxin went back upstairs and went into the study.

She sat at her desk and opened a textbook.

The pages of the book were covered with notes written in a familiar handwriting.

Those notes were detailed and neat.

Whether it's marking up key knowledge points,

It's still about analyzing the problem-solving approach.

Everything is available.

Tang Xinxin's fingers gently traced the words.

My heart is filled with countless emotions:

How much love must one have to give so much to one person, down to the smallest detail?

She was in a daze for a moment, then took a deep breath.

Put aside all distractions and start studying seriously.

She knew that only by becoming better could she achieve her goal.

Only then can we walk side by side with Luo Yuting in the future.

Only then can she be a better match for him.

She was focused on the book.

The pen in my hand kept writing.

His eyes gleamed with determination and resolve.