He let out a sneer and suddenly leaned in close to my ear, whispering, "Not your first time? Then why did you cry so hard that night?"
As soon as he finished speaking, my face turned red. I could feel my cheeks burning.
Locke saw my reaction, smiled, stood up, and patted my head.
He threatened, "Wait here. If you dare run away, I'll tell everyone in our class what you did."
I was stunned. I never expected that the boy who used to blush just talking to me would grow up to be so shameless.
I waited and waited and eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, Locke had returned.
His coat was draped over my shoulders.
He was leaning against the window, reading a medical book.
I remembered a quiet evening after school long ago.
That day, he was the only one in the empty classroom. He leaned against the window, the evening light casting a glow over him. The wind blew in, and the fluttering curtain gently brushed the hem of his clothes.
I softly asked, "Locke, do you want to become a doctor?"
Locke didn't seem surprised to see me. He just looked up and smiled gently at me.
The voice in my memory overlapped with the voice of the man in front of me.
"Yes. What about you, Kristina?"