The winter break in my memory always seemed exceptionally brief.
It hadn't been enjoyed for long before it hastily slipped away.
January 18, or February 17, 2014.
Yu Zhou Fourth Middle School started the new semester.
During breakfast, Xue Yuantong sat on a small stool, slightly tilting her head and constantly sighing, her face full of reluctance to live.
Jiang Ning pinched his steamed bread, watching her. She had shown this symptom a few days ago—the pre-school-opening sigh syndrome.
As the start of school approached, the sighs grew longer and longer.
"Alas."
Xue Yuantong bit into her steamed bread, "Jiang Ning, I don't want to go to school."
Jiang Ning: "…"
The matter of starting school is the same all over the world, unsolvable.
With Xue Yuantong's grades, she could get permission to skip evening self-study, but attending regular classes was definitely still mandatory.
