Thea Lynch lied.
In the past few years abroad, she could hardly recall anything truly joyful.
Even when obtaining the direct admittance to a doctoral program, or receiving job offers and winning competitions, she didn't feel as happy as she had imagined.
If she had to mention one thing, it'd be her hearing recovery.
But the happiness from that was fleeting.
She got better, yet somehow not completely. Her soul was trapped in the year before she went abroad, leaving only a numb shell when she finally did overseas, living a routine life.
The only piece of happiness that she repeatedly reminisced in recent years was New Year's Eve the year she finished her follow-up assessments, when Ian Preston got two tickets for the inner circle of a concert by her favorite singer, taking her to listen to a concert—
Yes, listen.
