The sun shines through the gaps between the sycamore leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the desk. Xia Xiyan's eyes crossed the noisy classroom and landed on the always straight back. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of the textbook. There was a line of names written in pencil hidden there, and he gently erased it.
Under the camphor tree beside the playground, Gao Xinxu ran angrily after Wu Yansi. As the shadow of the tree swayed, the young man suddenly stopped and took out a crumpled note from his pocket. When the wind blows, the piece of paper slips from the fingers and floats to an unknown corner.
Intention: life
