Everyone has their own definition of happiness.
Outside, the wind howled and the rain poured down. I had a little house, with raindrops pattering on the windows, and the warmth of the fire inside. The aroma of the meat soup filled the air; this was one kind of happiness.
To give someone a rose and leave the lingering fragrance, that's another kind of happiness.
Until Friday afternoon, before the final began, Zheng Qing still vaguely felt the lingering fragrance from Wednesday night at the tip of his nose. The smiling face holding the flowers flashed in his mind hundreds of times, without fading at all, but becoming clearer each time.
So much so that when the Absolution Hunting Team gathered and saw the True Person again, the young public cost student was somewhat dazed, unable to distinguish between the pictures in his mind and reality.
"Hey! Snap out of it!"
