Chapter 129

Around two o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Zimo and his group arrived at the station. The moment the train doors opened, a surging wave of heat struck them like an invisible giant hand, forcefully pulling them away from their lingering sorrow. They bid each other farewell, each heading in a different direction. Some students walked toward the ticket windows, buying tickets to go home, while others decided to stay in Yingkang. For most of them, the sorrow would perhaps last only these two days. To the majority of the students, Wei Haoming was little more than a familiar stranger; while his departure brought a sense of melancholy, it was not enough to plunge everyone into an inescapable grief—such was reality.