Two and a half months after the college entrance exams, in a booth at Heavenly World, sat three boys and two girls—a group of adolescents.
The three boys flaunted exaggerated hairstyles—one with yellow hair, one with green, and another with purple. They were hollering as they played drinking games. A girl with similarly dyed yellow hair leaned against the shoulder of the boy with purple hair, egging him on while cozying up to him.
Because of them, the booth was in a lively uproar.
Yet, amidst this chaos, an extremely out-of-place, silent girl nestled herself.
In the innermost corner of the booth, Chuchu sat hugging her knees, with a large hood from her jacket covering her head, leaning against the edge between the booth sofa and the wall, looking bewildered and somewhat lonely, speechless, merging with the dim lights.
Her state was extremely jarring in this noisy nightclub, yet somehow perfectly aligned with it.
