The scene before Han Fei's eyes was incredibly familiar. He had seen similar architecture in the depths of his own mind.
Things from the dream appearing vividly in front of him, evoking a very peculiar feeling.
Reaching out to touch the wall, Han Fei's soul seemed to be drawn in, involuntarily walking forward, as if he originally belonged here, as if this place was his home.
On the dilapidated walls were paintings of windows, all of which were open. Outside were the sights of all seasons, flowers, birds, fish, insects, drizzling rain, falling snow, another beautiful world.
Many children had wandered by the windows, as for them, hope was still hidden beyond.
Walking down the long corridor, Han Fei opened the classroom door. In the book corner donated by kind people were books that had been worn out from flipping, with various texts carved on the desks, and some cute patterns stuck on them.
"Thirty seats, missing one..."
