Late October, the temperature gradually rose, and the afternoon sunshine spilled into the room, casting the shadows of the trees outside to sway.
Tilan sat in the room reading a book. After a while, she felt sleepy and eventually decided to put the book aside. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest. Dailan's dress lay on the seat, featuring white lace cutouts, and her delicate, fair wrists peeked out from the tied sleeves, hanging loosely.
The seasons in South First District were opposite to those in the north; as the year-end approached, the temperature paradoxically started to rise.
Recently, Tilan had been learning about economic subjects, but she had to admit that such material was truly complex. Even with AI assistance for statistics and calculations, understanding the principles was still filled with tedium and intricacies, at times even bringing a sense of disarray.
