On Saturday morning, Yuzao Haomei arrived at school earlier than usual.
The hallway was quiet, like an abandoned building, with only her footsteps echoing.
Just as she thought she was the first to arrive, she heard the sound of an instrument in the distance.
The melody was gentle and delicate, with a clear and transparent timbre; it was an oboe.
So beautiful, Yuzao Haomei couldn't help but stop in her tracks.
After listening for a while, she suddenly remembered last year when Dubian Che's oboe sounded like God's sigh.
With such a moving sound, why hadn't she noticed it back then? All she thought about was how poor he was.
The summer when she could listen to such beautiful melodies at any time would perhaps never come again.
The oboe's sound suddenly stopped, and Yuzao Haomei snapped back to reality, quickly composing her feelings of loss.
"That sound... hmm—" she said as she walked, recalling, "Horikita... Horikita Mai!"
