Walking through the campus she hadn't seen for half a year, Zhou Yaling realized that every tree and blade of grass was a beautiful sight.
Although it was early spring, when everything had yet to awaken, the roadsides of the campus were lined with bare plane trees.
These plane trees were loved and hated by both students and teachers. In the hottest summer, the towering plane trees provided the few bits of coolness for those walking on the roads. In fall, the yellow leaves falling on the ground created a unique scenery.
However, the nuisance was the fluff of the plane trees, which at its worst could drive a person mad and for those prone to allergies, was nothing short of a disaster.
In a daze, Zhou Yaling felt somewhat unreal.
Just last night, the counselor added her back to the class group. Shortly after she rejoined, someone broke the silence with a piece of unsettling news.
Mao Xinyi had passed away.
