"Ronar, how much more do you need to complete your book?"
"The main structure is pretty much done. But I still need to ponder over the details and word choice; it will probably take quite some time before it can be completed."
In September's Springs, the air in the city began to show signs of cooling.
Ronar bent down slightly and gripped his pen lightly, his gaze earnestly scanning over the text on his desk. In another corner of the office, Heloise was slowly processing documents related to child resettlement issues.
Those children from the industrial district headquarters had been settled through the connections of the chamber of commerce, thanks to Ronar. He was not a saint seeking to save all misfortune, but he did reach out to help with the issues presented before him.
And it must be said, some things in this world always surpass human expectations.
Originally, in Ronar's mind,
