After three months of northern driftfare, I finally returned to school.
The school is not a beautiful ivory tower. However, when a tired traveler returned to this green tree, he has spent the most dead years in his life. He still can't help but sigh very much in the heart. It is not his spiritual home here, but at this moment he is so staying here.
Well, the most direct, the air humidity is just right, and people have become idle and lazy.
I will strive to write a little every day, um.
