"This is already the third year. Why can they all succeed? Am I not supposed to?"
"I've always been the best student, why, why can't I make it?"
"Am I really not capable enough?"
"I visited the temple again today, I heard Manjushri Bodhisattva tell me that I can certainly do it, that I can get help, I can get help!"
"This year even the Bodhisattva says I can do it, I'll definitely succeed."
Yu Liang examined these isolated sentences, brow furrowed.
The former inhabitant of this room was a postgraduate candidate who lived alone, but for some reason, he had packed away all his study materials into a bedside table.
This suggested he didn't die or disappear abruptly, otherwise, the study materials should still be piled up on his desk.
The second, even more obvious fact was that this former inhabitant has clearly succumbed to the stress of his studies.
