The sunshine outside was bright and cheerful.
It formed a stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere inside the museum. Perhaps those negative vibes in the museum were just Zheng Qing's misconception. But in the sunshine outside, he truly felt a sense of comforting warmth.
The professor took him to a secluded grassy area.
They sat down on the ground.
"Everyone has their own morning in their heart," the professor, leaning against a large bluestone, fished out a small red clay teapot from nowhere, and sipped tea slowly while speaking, "…When the time comes, people wake up on their own."
"Sometimes, that morning is an alarm clock, a rooster crowing; other times, it's a figurative slap on the face, a moment of sudden enlightenment; and sometimes, that morning arrives after you know the 'truth'..."
