Friday, a few days later.
Compared to high school, college life is truly more leisurely.
Studies rely entirely on self-discipline, whether or not to study a course is all up to one's own will.
Of course, the premise is to pass the exams at the end of the term.
With nothing to do in the afternoon and the tutor not around, Uesugi Sakura called a taxi and headed home first.
The city's street scenes slowly receded outside the car window, with each insignificant frame lingering in the mind for only half a day, then quickly passing by.
Memories of these images are fleeting, much like the past twenty-something years which seem like a dream—both real and illusory.
Only a few fragments remain, and that gear-like life.
Getting off the car and back at the doorstep, Uesugi Sakura took the keys out of his pocket to open the door.
"I'm back."
.....
No one responded, in fact, it was just past noon, and Hanabi still being at school was normal.
