In the morning, when he left the house humming a tune and singing a song, the sunlight was so bright and life was so beautiful.
In the evening, when he returned home, the warm breeze was gentle, and the world hadn't changed, but his state of mind was utterly different.
In just a single day, so much had happened, and he learned too many deep secrets. Even though he now had a reconditioned mind, Zheng Qing still felt it wasn't quite sufficient—perhaps precisely because the mind had been refurbished, and he wasn't quite used to it yet.
Anyway, following Yellow Flowered Cat back to school, finding the dormitory, climbing onto his bunk, and burying his head in the pillow—all throughout this process, Zheng Qing's mind felt numb.
It wasn't a blank slate, nor was it too heavy with thoughts, just wooden.
