The train moved into the distance, its rhythmic rattling against the tracks stirring up great gusts of withered yellow leaves and setting a scene of autumn desolation.
Wang Xuan watched until the train gradually vanished from sight. Only then did he pull back his gaze and finish seeing off his remaining classmates.
With this parting, they would soon be scattered to the four corners of the world. Who knew how many years it would be before they met again—or if some of them would ever cross paths again at all.
Chapter 411