Teen Romance Story 3 The Refreshing Wait is the Fragrance of White Magnolia
There was a path at school lined with white magnolia trees. In the warm spring of March, the magnolia flowers bloomed, tree after tree. She would sit under the trees reading thick books. When the warm breeze blew, the lush petals would fall onto her book, carrying a refreshing scent with a hint of coolness.
He often rode his bicycle like a general galloping on horseback, the wind at his feet, flaunting his unruly youth. A sudden brake startled her. It was like a scene from a thousand years ago, where a spirited horse startled a maiden during the joyous springtime. The layered magnolia flowers wrapped in the wind fell again. His handsome face showed embarrassment, but he didn’t know how to speak.
In the end, she shifted slightly to make way for him. He rode past her with his head down. Like a thousand years ago, when a scholar startled a maiden and rode past her, he glanced down at her, and the ground was covered with magnolia flowers painted with blush.
The long spring, the long path, was enough for her to read several thick books, and enough for him to ride his bicycle slowly, wobbling through a season of blooming magnolias.
Later, the magnolia flowers bloomed more wildly and abundantly. Her reading pace slowed, and his bicycle wobbled even more. She was waiting for him to speak, familiar yet not acquainted, with greetings hidden in her heart.
His gaze fell to the end of the path, like a scholar on horseback slowing his pace. The crushed magnolias, along with the bicycle tracks, imprinted on her heart.
As the sunlight grew warmer and the weather increasingly clear, a spring passed in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t as long as imagined, leaving a faint cool regret on the magnolia flowers.
One day, he said, “There’s a new book exhibition on the first floor of the library, let’s go take a look.” She nodded, and the magnolia flowers on the tree seemed to smile. It was the second spring, and he walked beside her, pushing his bicycle. With his head down, he could see her magnolia-like face.
That day he said, “These are freshly fallen magnolia petals, place them in your book, they have a refreshing fragrance.” She accepted the pure white petals, pressing them carefully between the pages, his smile lingering between the lines. It was the second spring, and she placed the book in his bicycle basket and walked with him to the dormitory building.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
