From morning to noon, the sky couldn't see a ray of sunshine.
At first glance, the layers of clouds gave a heavy feeling.
As time went by, the sky still hadn't shed a drop of rain, just shrouded in that kind of gloom.
It made people start expecting the image of sunlight piercing through the clouds.
Aozawa walked along the familiar path, took a turn, and headed to the window of the Guzheng Club.
The crisp sound of guzheng floated out from inside, surprising him a little.
He hadn't heard the guzheng being played in the Guzheng Club for a long time.
He stepped forward; inside there was no Hojo Shouko.
Only Natsuka Yanagimachi knelt there.
She placed the guzheng on a desk, and the direction was also quite particular—not directly facing the window, but choosing a side angle.
Natsuka Yanagimachi sat with her back straight.
To emphasize the striking visual effect, she didn't wear a coat outside, just a white shirt.
