A new day would once again come for Han. It was as if the events of yesterday night were nothing but a simple dream—although the memory of him and Timothy somehow carrying a sleeping Ellynn around brought more good than bad.
Though he couldn't exactly quite remember it well for some reason. He must have been very tired last night.
Han rubbed his face as he got out of bed and yawned, it was another day of learning and he was earlier than before.
Timothy wasn't knocking on his door yet.
Well, this seemed like a good thing.
After preparing for a bit, the young man walked out of his room. Compared to yesterday when he had rushed with Timothy to arrive at their first class, he was able to notice the sight of some other young men and women littered across the Dewrowan Tower.
