During the last evening of self-study before the college entrance examination, Song Fengwan did two English readings. Even though there was a teacher watching from the desk, many people could no longer sit still. Many people were whispering and in no mood to read.
"Song Fengwan." Someone poked her back. She turned around, and a student yearbook was handed to her. "Can you write a message?"
"Okay." She reached out to take it and casually flipped through two pages.
Many people had written in it, and the quotes they left were all about stuff like how a day would come when one will hoist one's sails, ride the wind to break through the waves, and traverse the vast, rolling
After she entered her senior year of high school, she had spent most of her time studying fine arts outside. When she returned, everyone was reviewing, so her relationship with her classmates was so-so.
