The next early morning, sunlight streamed through the clouds, illuminating Qiuqiu's modest little bed. Rising early and dressed in neat, clean clothes, he ran down to the entrance of the Fulai Inn, standing downstairs to wait for Xiangliu and Leng Qingqiu.
Qiuqiu's heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tensing up, he nervously twiddled his fingers while constantly glancing around. He longed to meet Xiangliu and Leng Qingqiu, yet at the same time, the unknown filled him with dread.
As time ticked away, Qiuqiu's heart beat faster and faster, and he could not help letting his imagination run wild: *Will they dislike me? Will they think I am strange?* These thoughts only made him more anxious.
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