âGreat.
â
When the waiter left, Keanu turned his attention fully to Tilda.
âTilda, itâs been, what, seven years?â
His eyes were warm, filled with a touch of longing.
Tilda nodded, looking down at the table.
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In her third year, he had been nearly disabled by Ivy, leading to his transfer to another school.
Tilda hadnât seen Keanu since, with no word from him.
âTime flies, doesnât it? Seven years gone.
How have you been, Tilda?â
Keanu asked gently.
âIâm doing well.
And you?â Tilda lifted her gaze.
âMe? Not too bad.
â Keanuâs smile was tinged with sadness.
âAfter your stepmother provided the funds, my parents sent me to a strict, elite school through a relative.
They hoped Iâd forget the past and get into a top university.
But I was in bad shape then, missing you a lot.
I didnât do well in the college entrance exams.
I ended up in an ordinary university.
â
Keanuâs voice, as gentle as ever, carried a hint of sadness.
Tildaâs heart trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes.
âIâm sorry,â she murmured.
It was her fault that Keanu got targeted by Ivy and almost had his life ruined.
If not for that, with his grades, he should have gotten into a prestigious university.
Keanu shook his head, his gaze softening.
âTilda, itâs not your fault.
Why apologize?â
He reached out, taking her hand.
The warmth of his touch made Tildaâs heart skip a beat.
She looked up, meeting his tender eyes.
Keanuâs gentle demeanor, tinged with melancholy, made it easy for anyone to feel at ease around him.
Reflecting on their shared moments, Tilda felt a wave of nostalgia.
In high school, Keanuâs help improved her science grades significantly.
His patient explanations were still vivid in her memory.