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Chapter 1245: Chapter 472: Bicycle, Autumn Rain, Candied Hawthorn, Farewell (2)

When it came to relieving menstrual cramps, his experience was accumulated from Wen Ruan, and the results spoke for themselves.

However, his first love was nowhere near as ”sturdy” as the older sister.

She had been weak since childhood, and in high school, whenever someone around caught a cold, she was always the first to be infected, often having to take leave to visit the medical room.

But precisely because of this, Tang Song in high school had the opportunity to take care of her frequently and be alone with her.

Their relationship gradually became intimate and inseparable through those times he took care of her.

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After breakfast, Liu Qingning’s headache had completely disappeared. When she saw the sky gradually clearing up outside, she wanted to drag Tang Song out for a walk.

She had a flight at 4 PM, leaving only half a day to spend with Tang Song, making every minute and second especially precious.

The two changed into light sportswear, held hands, and went downstairs.

The air was exceptionally fresh after the rain, carrying a slight chill.

The fallen leaves on the ground were drenched by rainwater and emitted a soft ”rustling” sound when stepped on.

They strolled along the damp streets, wandering around the YJTC district, chatting and laughing.

They walked for quite a while.

Suddenly, Liu Qingning stopped, her gaze falling on a row of shared bikes beside her.

In a playful tone, she suggested, ”A little tired from the walking, how about we ride bikes? We can cycle from here to the Fresh Home Community and take a look at where you used to live.”

Ever since Tang Song moved to Yan City, she had never seen the place he lived in, only having glimpsed the Fresh Home Community and his rented house in videos.

She felt both curious and regretful about it.

”It’s about 10 kilometers by bike from here to Fresh Home, are you sure you’re up for it?” Tang Song pointed to her lower abdomen.

Liu Qingning took out her phone to scan and unlock a bike, replying without looking up: ”Are you underestimating me? Back in the day, we traveled way farther than this, plus I’m not really in pain right now.”

She actually didn’t have period cramps; it was purely a migraine before.

Recalling the past, Tang Song couldn’t help but laugh lightly: ”Back then I used to give you rides on my bike, remember? You insisted on holding onto your backpack, refusing to grab my waist. It was kind of disappointing, missing out on the feeling of you bumping into me.”

Liu Qingning blushed slightly, playfully scolding him with a slap: ”Hmph! I didn’t expect you to have such bad intentions back then! And here I was thinking how innocent you were!”

”Haha.” Tang Song chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and teased, ”Back then, my ’bad intentions’ didn’t just stop there, there were even naughtier ones. Want to hear?”

”Get lost! I don’t want to hear!” Liu Qingning made a feisty face, her cheeks puffed like buns, kicked the leaves by her feet, and urged, ”Hey, dummy, hurry up and unlock the bike, or I’ll leave without you!”

Tang Song smiled, gave her a peck, then took out his phone, scanned to unlock the bike, and hopped on gracefully.

He looked back at Liu Qingning, his expression full of tender affection: ”Are you ready?”

”Three, two, one, let’s go!”

The streets of Yan City were slightly crowded on a weekend morning, with sycamore leaves swaying in the wind, the air filled with the fresh scent of earth and greenery.

They cycled side by side down the street, the wheels splashing little arcs of water.

Passing by skyscrapers, bus stops, street corner cafes, bustling stalls...

Liu Qingning occasionally glanced sideways at Tang Song, noticing he always kept an eye on her, a surge of soft affection bubbling in her heart.

From another perspective, wasn’t Tang Song her first love as well?

On those bikes, the youthful school uniform flapping in the wind enveloped her shy adolescent joy.

Even today, it remains unforgettable.

That’s why, on the night of their high school graduation, she impulsively kissed him in a dimly lit KTV.

”Stupid Song!” Liu Qingning laughed out, extending her left leg to kick him lightly, then sped forward.

Tang Song was startled, and quickly reminded her: ”Hey, don’t ride so fast! Be careful not to fall!”

”I won’t!” Liu Qingning turned back, sticking out her tongue at him, her ponytail tracing a beautiful arc in the wind.

Despite her words, she slowed her pace.

Once Tang Song caught up, she fiercely pedaled again, widening the gap.

Her delightful laughter echoed through the air.

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From a parked taxi on the roadside, the driver watched the cheerful young cyclists, his gaze slightly dazed.

He, too, once rode like this with his beloved girl, weaving through the streets, the wind brushing their faces, laughter spilling across every road.

Back then, Yan City was far less prosperous than it is now, with narrower streets and shorter buildings, yet every corner brimmed with warmth and vitality, and his heart was full of anticipation for the future.

Unfortunately, time flew by, and he lost the girl who loved wearing white dresses.

Those beautiful moments were buried in the trivialities of life, recalled only occasionally.

He couldn’t help but shake his head, muttering to himself: ”Ah, to be young is wonderful.”

Once the couple’s figures disappeared around the corner, he rolled down a car window, fumbled for a cigarette from the glove compartment, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The smoke gently rose in the cool air, blurring his view.

Suddenly, memories surged fiercely, engulfing his thoughts.

The future he couldn’t foresee back then is now his reality.

Past dreams, promises, and expectations have become the background noise of memories, forever out of reach.

Is it regrettable? Undoubtedly.

If given the chance, who wouldn’t want to hold onto the first love from their youthful days?