High up, Provo strained on his tiptoes, lifting his sign high above, as he shouted with all his might.
Although he hadn't had the chance to warm up his voice in the morning and it was already a bit hoarse after just a couple of shouts, Provo didn't care; he joyously shouted and jumped around, a happy smile blooming at the corners of his mouth.
He believed in dreams, in hope, in the silver lining of dark clouds, in reaching dawn at the end of endless darkness—all because of Li Wei, who had rekindled the energy of life in him.
So, he held nothing back.
More importantly, he wasn't alone.
Looking at the figures appearing one after another at the entrance of the training facility, gathering together in a bustling crowd, no more words were needed—their actions spoke louder than a thousand words, firmly uniting them.
It was joy—and it was happiness.
