June's rainy season had arrived again. Sitting inside the heavy gray steel flying machine, Tilan gazed through the porthole, overlooking the world outside.
A gloomy curtain of rain enshrouded the world, droplets streaking across the wing and sliding over the porthole glass before vanishing, leaving behind continually changing water trails.
Leaning back in her seat, Tilan's eyes half-closed and then opened again, her mind revisiting the days she had spent at Yuanting, and then recalling the rainy season a year earlier. It too was a murky afternoon, she stood in the admissions hall, crowded with countless students, like a small boat adrift in fog and hesitation, trying to grasp a possible glimmer of hope.
Time flies, it had already been a year.
Sifting through the tumultuous experiences of the year in her mind, her thoughts finally settled on the winter festival night.
