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The embrace ended, and Freen reached for the light switch again, brightening the room. Becky’s rented duplex apartment had two floors. The first floor included a living room, a dining room, and an open kitchen that showed no signs of use.
This was Freen’s sixth visit to the apartment, and she had grown accustomed to the routine. She bent down and took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet.
“Senior Freen,” Becky’s voice sounded, “I haven’t agreed yet.”
Freen tilted her head, meeting Becky’s gaze. She tucked her hair behind her ear and raised her eyebrows, speaking casually, “It’s okay; I didn’t say I would definitely smile more.”
Although she said that, her alluring eyes were filled with amusement. Seeing this, Becky immediately agreed. Freen thought for a moment and then gently ruffled Becky’s hair, as a response to her agreement. Becky’s hair was soft and fine, pleasant to the touch.
Freen withdrew her hand after a few moments and coughed awkwardly, “Let’s change shoes.”
“Okay,” Becky nodded, but her smile froze when she saw Freen’s right wrist. Freen also looked at the inside of her right wrist, and before she could speak, Becky grasped her hand with undisguised concern in her clear eyes, “Senior Freen, is this from when you made the candles?”
There was a scar the size of a pinky fingernail on the inside of Freen’s right wrist. The way back had been too dark, and she couldn’t see it from her angle. If Freen hadn’t just ruffled Becky’s hair, she might not have noticed it so soon, or so late.
Freen pulled her hand back, feeling somewhat uneasy about their current interaction. She nodded, “Yeah, I accidentally hurt myself.” She turned around, “I’ve changed shoes; I’ll go wash my hands first.”
Becky hurriedly changed her shoes and followed. “When did you get hurt?” she continued to ask, “Does it still hurt?”
Standing at the sink, Freen turned on the faucet. With her long, straight hair falling to the side when she bowed her head, it hid most of her expression. Her tone was flat, “Just a few days ago, it’s much better now, not painful.”
“What about at that time?”
“Hm?”
“Did it hurt a lot then?”
Freen paused her handwashing for a second, then continued nonchalantly, “Just a little.”
“It must have hurt a lot,” Becky said confidently.
Freen quickly changed the subject, “You should wash your hands too. I’ll go light the scented candles for you. There’s no lighter at home; I’ll go downstairs to the supermarket and buy one.”
“Senior Freen…”
Freen interrupted her, “No need to worry about me.” She couldn’t bear Becky’s gaze and looked away, adding, “And don’t feel sorry for me, either.”
Becky’s words were choked back, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, eventually settling on a single word, “Okay.”
In less than two minutes, Freen went downstairs, finally feeling like she could breathe. The supermarket was located within the residential complex, only a few steps away. She entered and bought a lighter but didn’t want to return immediately.
She sat down on a bench and rubbed her fingers on the lighter. Glancing over, she saw the scar on her wrist again. She regretted not wearing a white shirt today; otherwise, Becky wouldn’t have discovered it so soon. But why was she afraid of Becky finding out? Didn’t she know?
She knew. She just didn’t want to get too involved with Becky. Freen feared that she would become as attached to Becky’s care as she was to visiting her apartment. They had set a deadline for their relationship, planning to end it once she graduated. Graduation was not far off now.
Freen’s eyes grew moist as she thought about this. Once her thoughts had settled, her phone vibrated twice in her pocket. She unlocked her phone and opened the Line app.
It was a message from Nam, saying that the first half of the game had ended, and the media school was leading by one goal. More importantly, she had spotted a handsome guy and planned to ask for his Instagram account after the game. Freen got up and replied to Nam’s message, wishing her success.
She returned to the message list and saw Becky’s name at the top. She seemed to have been gone for quite a while, so she texted Becky as she walked back, “The supermarket was a bit crowded, had to wait in line to check out.”
Becky didn’t reply. Freen bit her lip and ultimately didn’t send another message. She entered the building and returned to apartment number 5 on the 12th floor. Before she could ring the doorbell, the door opened.
Becky smiled at her as if nothing had happened, “Senior Freen, I’ve already washed my hands. Am I a good girl?”
“…Yes,” Freen nodded in agreement.
Becky had stored the scented candles in a cabinet. She was afraid of fire and hadn’t opened any of them. They were neatly arranged. Freen glanced at them and asked, “Which scent would you like?”
“This one,” Becky tilted her head, her eyes filled with amusement.
Freen took out the box and opened it in front of Becky, saying, “There’s also a card inside.”
Becky pretended to regret not opening it earlier, “If I had known, I would have opened it.”
“It’s not too late,” Freen handed her the card.
Becky flipped the card over. The back had the “Light Night” logo, while the front featured Freen’s handwritten words “Enjoy Naka” and a simple smiley face.
Becky grinned, placed the card aside, and watched Freen continue with the task. The scented candles were well-packaged, and upon opening the box, a light fragrance filled the air. The citrus-scented candle Becky had chosen was a blend Freen had created herself.
Freen sniffed the candle and nodded in satisfaction before turning her gaze to Becky’s expectant face, “Do you want to smell it?”
“Sure.” Becky leaned in to sniff, “I like this scent.”
“That’s good,” Freen picked up the lighter, “I’m going to light it now.”
Becky moved to the side, or more accurately, hid behind Freen as she lit the candle. “I’m here,” Freen’s voice unconsciously softened.
Hearing Freen’s words, Becky’s tense fists clenched and unclenched, “I know, Senior Freen.”
From her angle, she could only see Freen’s nose. Undoubtedly, Freen, as the school’s most beautiful girl, was extremely attractive. Her eyes were beautiful and well-shaped, and her nose was straight. However, only when one got closer would they notice that her nose bridge had a slight bump, adding a touch of masculinity.
And she had kissed that spot.
With a “click,” the sound of the lighter brought her thoughts back to reality. Freen lit the scented candle, and with the noticeable citrus aroma, the flame began to dance inside the glass. It didn’t seem lonely; instead, it looked rather content, its flickering silhouette reflected in both of their pupils, becoming a floating point of light.
“Alright,” Freen put down the lighter, tilting her head slightly, her gaze meeting the person beside her, “Go take a bath.”
Becky hesitated. Freen asked directly, “What’s wrong?”
“Senior Freen, are you mad at me?” Becky tentatively asked, aware that her concern might have been excessive for their relationship.
Freen chuckled, “I’m not mad at you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Freen showed her the scar on her wrist, “It’s almost healed. Once it’s completely scabbed over, I’ll tear it off, and there won’t be any trace of it in the future.”
She took Becky’s right hand and let her fingertips touch the small scar, “Apart from being a little itchy now, everything else is fine. Feel it.”
Becky’s fingertips were slightly cold as she gently stroked the scar, trying to hide her emotions so as not to reveal too much. “By the way, why didn’t you reply to my Line message?” Freen changed the topic.
Becky’s fingertips remained on the scar, and her lips moved, “I didn’t look at my phone.”
“Oh.”
Freen nodded, but in the next instant, her wrist was caught by Becky again. This time, Becky applied a bit more force. Freen didn’t attempt to struggle. Her eyelids drooped, and her calm face hid a rapidly accelerating heartbeat.
She watched Becky lower her head. Becky’s lips resembled flower petals, which now touched her scarred wrist. The itchiness intensified and seemed to spread throughout her body. Freen’s breathing halted, and her eyelashes trembled.
She recalled the first time she had officially met Becky. It was during the rainy season in Bangkok in early September. Freen was going to participate in a Shopee clothing store photoshoot as a model, one of her part-time jobs. However, she had a fever the night before and woke up late, forgetting to check the weather forecast and bring an umbrella.
When the photoshoot ended, she arrived at the BTS station just as the rain began to fall. The downpour was intense, with large raindrops splashing on the ground and dirtying her canvas shoes. She took shelter inside the station.
Born in the rainy season, Freen didn’t like rainy days. The photoshoot location was remote, and the people waiting for the BTS with her had been picked up one by one, leaving her alone.
Half an hour passed, then an hour, then two hours… But the BTS still hadn’t arrived.
Freen looked up at the gloomy sky and decided to call a Grab taxi. She had been waiting for too long, and her body was growing weaker.
“Why don’t I have a car?” she thought to herself at the time.
“Why aren’t my parents here to pick me up?” she couldn’t help but feel sad.
Resigned, she let out a sigh, but just as she opened the Grab app, she heard a sweet female voice, “Senior Freen.”
She looked in the direction of the voice. A black sedan was parked in front of her, and a girl holding an umbrella stood beside the car.
Freen recognized her – it was Becky, a popular first-year law student at the school.
Becky gripped the umbrella handle tightly and approached Freen. Her Thai was somewhat halting, “I came out with my brother to run some errands…” Becky walked up to her, “It’s difficult to get a taxi in the rain here. Do you need a ride?”
She became her umbrella on a rainy day.
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Author:一只花夹子
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