There's class first thing on Monday morning, and it's even the first period.
Because of the gloomy rain, the lights in the classroom were on… It wasn't as dark and cold as outside, but the old professor's droning lecture still made the room feel stifling and soporific.
I wonder what my sister is doing at home.
Because of the rain, Zhang Xiaoqin chose to rest at home today. Constant training needed rest too—only with a balance of work and rest could she recover better.
Thinking about his sister in the classroom, Zhao Le suddenly felt a sort of limitation that humans had—one of perspective.
Not being able to know what the people you care about are going through in different places at the same time always left a faint uneasiness… and unfortunately, that was often when bad things happened.
Yes, the world turns every minute; every moment, those related or unrelated to you are going through their own motions… and what exactly are their eyes falling on?
