On the way before class this afternoon, it was really quiet, and my heart was quiet. I really haven't been so quiet for a long time. There was no disturbance of exams, no noise from classmates, no hurt from lovers, and no desire for fantasy in my heart. It was really quiet and unreasonable. The sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the French paulownia and hit my face. I felt warm in my heart, but today is 29.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
