A lot of things feel meaningless.
His world was a muddy expanse, like a place abandoned by light, untouched by anyone.
Until one day, flowers bloomed upon that land.
"Hannah." He suddenly called her name, his tone carrying an unprecedented seriousness. In his eyes reflected her figure. "I'll go to A University."
The day before the final exam, it rained.
The rain wasn't heavy, but it quelled the restless heat of the past few days. The breeze carried a hint of coolness, as though offering a special tenderness to all the high school seniors.
In Class Two, nearly half the students were taking their exams at the same site. The school had assigned teachers to accompany them, and the first day's escort was Oscar Evans.
Usually appearing somewhat rigid, always nagging them to take care of their health, even he had donned a red vest and held a small flag that read, "Good luck on the final exam."
