Tang Xin had so many things she wanted to confide in to the woman, but just as the wind blew by, the woman dissipated before her, and the memories of her in her mind faded away at that moment.
The warmth, appearance, voice, and finally the outline of the woman gradually vanished from Tang Xin's memory, like an unseen and intangible wind carrying dust, blown gently by another gust to a far, faraway place.
Tang Xin forgot everything about the woman, tears slowly slid down her face, she didn't know what had happened to her as if she had forgotten something important.
She continued moving forward,
following the little girl running ahead,
she saw many sights she hadn't seen when she took the stage.
She saw in the darkness many students like Lancelot moving toward the same goal, yearning to change their circumstances, even willing to give their lives.
