Not good...

Modifier!!

"Spencer, what the hel..."

At that thought, Yan Huan hastily pushed her away a bit, just about to speak indignantly.

But the moment he looked up, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he froze in place.

Because at that moment, what he saw was Spencer's tear-stained face, crying inconsolably.

She just held Yan Huan tightly, crying and sniffling.

And because she had just exerted herself intensely, she was even gasping for breath.

Not to mention she had just suffered a harsh fall, and was injured all over.

There she was, with tears streaming down her face, biting her lip.

Her sky-blue eyes gazed at Yan Huan, her voice muffled and soft as she said,

"Yan... Yan Huan... sob... sob...

"We won, awoo... won, awoo... finally... finally won...

"Sob sob... Yan Huan..."

At this moment, her body was covered in dust, and her face was filthy.

But her tears...

Her tears were so pure...

Yan Huan just stared blankly as her tearful face looked down at him, feeling her tight embrace and the warmth of her body.

Drop by drop, the clear, scalding tears with a hint of saltiness, fell upon his face.

Like the sky-blue ocean he had longed to see in his past life, as if bestowed upon him, brought drop by drop of such pure seawater.

The drops of tears, falling on his face, seemed to seep into his heart, melting away all other extraneous thoughts...

Leaving behind nothing but Yan Huan's equally pure soul.

Looking at her sincere and moving expression, for some unfathomable reason, Yan Huan found it hard to open his eyes.

So, he lowered his gaze.

Bit by bit, slowly lifting his hand to place on her back.

Yan Huan held Spencer tighter in his arms, as if to lock her into his embrace.

The close embrace felt so warm and comfortable that he suddenly felt everything was worth it.

Then, he too finally let out a joyful laugh...

Just as his name suggested.

He hugged Spencer tightly, murmuring happily,

"Yes, Spencer...

"We won..."

As Yan Huan bowed his head and hugged Spencer tight, the tears on her face did not dry but continued to slide down his cheeks.

Gathering at his chin, they formed droplets that could not hold on, and under the pull of gravity, fell towards the ground.

But in the end, those drops of tears did not land on the green turf of the track field.

Instead, they fell on a rose bush that should have bloomed vibrantly in a greenhouse but appeared listless.

The teardrop fell, and the lustreless petals caught it.

It slowly slid down, eventually stirring and disappearing into the depths of the stamen.

In the next second, the withered rose, having drunk those tears, miraculously swayed and resurged, lifting its flowers and becoming freshly radiant.

...

Indeed, in this world, no one can forever refrain from lying, nor can anyone always truly avoid deceit.

Even someone like Spencer who detests being deceived by others is no exception.

A solemn oath sworn by raising three fingers might turn to dust the next day.

A casual promise, made in jest, could remain unbroken until the end of life.

But at this moment, just this once...

Spencer had not broken her promise.

Just as she once humorously promised Yan Huan.

She kept her word, allowing the rose bush in Yan Huan's heart that had almost withered...

To be reborn anew.

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