Chapter 337: The First Meeting with Song Qinghuan

On a bright summer day, the air was filled with a joyful vibe.

In the distance, a group of people had already jumped into the pool, swimming with glee.

Fang Zhou, however, sat alone on a bench, deep in thought. His gaze was fixed on one woman—Song Qinghuan.

With her long, slender legs, she stood out among the other girls. Her graceful and elegant swimming style made it hard to look away, and her face was even more striking.

When she emerged from the water, her face, a blend of purity and allure, made the other girls pale in comparison. The saying “a lotus rising from clear water, naturally unadorned” perfectly described Song Qinghuan.

Fang Zhou was momentarily lost in thought, recalling his first encounter with Song Qinghuan.

It happened during one of the lowest points in his life. He had just lost his grandparents after their prolonged illness, and his sister had fallen sick. He spent a lot on their funerals and her treatment, but it didn’t yield satisfactory results. His life was enveloped in a gray cloud, and his streaming career was in a downward spiral.

In the harsh reality of the streaming and gaming world, once you stop, others will quickly take your place and devour your traffic like vultures. Fang Zhou’s viewership plummeted, and completing his monthly revenue targets became a Herculean task. The guild boss’s attitude toward him changed drastically, from pampering to disdain.

“Do it or leave!” was the new mantra, and the stark contrast was mentally and physically exhausting for Fang Zhou. Desperate, he streamed day and night, hoping to regain his lost audience and fans.

But sometimes, the more you strive for something, the further away it gets. Murphy’s Law seemed to govern his life at that time.

He felt as if he was caught in a tightening net, pushing him to the brink. A visit to the hospital for a stress test revealed that his mental state was at its limit. The doctor advised him to take a break and not to stress himself too much. However, with his sister’s medical bills looming, Fang Zhou couldn’t afford to rest. He had to keep pushing forward.

It was during that period that he bumped into Song Qinghuan at a street corner, literally. He accidentally knocked the flowers she was holding to the ground.

“Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he apologized quickly.

The girl looked up and smiled warmly, saying, “It’s okay.” Her bright smile and sparkling eyes dispelled some of the gloom in Fang Zhou’s world. Her unique aura, a blend of innocence and allure, left a deep impression on him.

He didn’t have any ulterior motives then; he just wanted to compensate for the flowers he had ruined. But Song Qinghuan shook her head, saying it wasn’t necessary and that she could buy another bouquet on her way back.

“Oh, by the way, you don’t look too well. Are you hypoglycemic? Here, take this candy,” she said, offering him a lollipop.

Her unexpected kindness and patience left a lasting mark on Fang Zhou. Despite her reassurances, he insisted on buying her a new bouquet.

“If you don’t let me make it up to you, I won’t be able to sleep tonight,” he said earnestly.

Perhaps it was his sincerity that moved her. She gave him a warm, tolerant smile. “Alright, there’s a flower shop not far from here. Let’s go.”

They walked together to the flower shop, and Fang Zhou bought her a new bouquet as promised. “This time, no one’s going to knock your flowers down,” he said with a slightly bitter smile, his mind preoccupied with too many worries.

Song Qinghuan accepted the flowers with a smile and then handed them back to him. “These flowers are for you. I hope they bring you good luck. I can tell you’re going through a tough time. I’m not one to give pep talks, but I sincerely hope you’ll brave through this and find a better future.”

Fang Zhou was taken aback, her words and the scent of flowers filling him with a sense of peace and warmth. Sometimes, a stranger’s kind words can provide immense strength.

Song Qinghuan would never know how her simple wish for his good fortune swept away some of his gloom, allowing a bit of sunshine to pierce through.

That day, Fang Zhou accepted the flowers and the kindness of a stranger, remembering Song Qinghuan’s face. This memory gave him the courage to approach her when they met again later.

“Hi! I think I’ve seen you somewhere before,” he said, his heart swelling with the memory of their first encounter.

tln : AAAAA Girl like Song Qinghuang really made a deep impression for boys at the lowest at their life. ;(