Love Heals (the Original Work)

She knew her face was flushed red at that moment, extremely uncomfortable, she coughed twice, "I'm sorry, I... I went to the wrong place..."

Afterward, she fled in a panic.

In fact, she no longer knew where her own lab was. In the time that followed, she was always in a daze, her heart racing as if she harbored a rabbit within. As for how she found the lab, how she entered, or how she managed to break two beakers while conducting experiments, it all seemed like it happened in the clouds.

She had barged into his lab, and from that moment on, he had entered her heart.

For a girl experiencing the blossoming of emotions, loving someone could sometimes be a very simple matter. The so-called "love at first sight" was not merely a thing of novels and stories. A heart fluttering was an instant, a single glance from you was a legend.

Because she had taken him to heart, and because they were both at the medical school, meeting again was not difficult, but that was merely just meeting.

She had brushed past him on the road leading to the academic building, she had been in the same reading room as him, and discovering by chance that he ran on the sports field every morning, she, who loved to sleep in and would even skip morning exercises, started waking up before dawn, just to follow him from afar. She didn't need to get close; just to share the breath of the morning breeze with him was happiness, trepidation, contentment…

She learned more and more about him from others.

His name was Ning Zhiqian, president of the Student Union, recipient of the first-class scholarship, had published multiple papers in influential academic journals, the campus piano prince, who once matched the Piano Prince of the Music Department in a PK and did not fall short, a sports star, the mainstay of the medical school basketball team, leading the team to consecutive campus cup basketball championships…

With each new accolade added to his name, she felt he grew more distant from her.

Moreover, she knew he was capable of more than just what they talked about.

He could play the guitar, and he sang beautifully.

This was a secret she had discovered by accident.

One day she started her morning run very early, while it was still pitch black, and there was no one else on the sports field. The stars above twinkled with faint light at the last moment of darkness meeting dawn.

Just as she thought she might have arrived too early, she heard the sound of a guitar solo.

The wind rose gently, the tree leaves rustled in harmony.

She stopped in her tracks, searching for the source of this music, and dimly saw two figures on the grandstand of the track field; she couldn't make out who they were, until the singing started and she recognized his voice.

"If I got down on my knees and I pleaded with you, if I crossed a million oceans, just to be with you, would you ever let me down?..."

At that moment, tears blurred her eyes.

Not because she was sad that her secret affection would forever remain unrequited, but because this song was her favorite, "Because I Love You," every word, every sentence, saturated with deep affection. She had always believed that a boy must really love a girl very much to sing such a song.

Yet he, in her eyes, had always been an unattainable cloud, high above, resplendent, the darling of the heavens, a godlike figure. The number of girls who fancied him was many, and it seemed that just one look from him would cause a fervent rush toward him. But, he would actually sing this song for a girl! Crossing mountains, crossing waters, begging on bended knee, all for that one plea—don't let me down…