The chirping of cicadas in summer can be heard, the tea leaves outside the window are opening enthusiastically, the sky is so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it, and the sunlight shines through the glass windows, scattering the brightness all over the ground.
Misu blocked the sun above her head with her hands.
I still hate the sun as always.
At the narrow stairwell of the teaching building, people flow up and down.
"Go! Go!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
