The wind on the top floor of the library was fanatically blowing up to the height of the sky, and the building floors under his feet seemed to be trembling. Dazai Osamu "explored the terrain" from the fence on the top floor, but was caught by a taciturn, soft and quiet little girl who was doing homework underground.
Feng Yao quickly packed up his things and stood up. His oily brown eyes were filled with apologies for offending others and kind inquiries: I'm sorry for getting in your way, do you want to jump?
Concept: attraction of similarity