By the end of August, the weather was no longer scorching. As the time to start school drew near, many students who had completed their vacations began to return to school, and the Central District with its harp flower coronas became busier day by day.
Trains shuttled through transparent tunnels like flowing light, while the students inside felt nothing amiss, still laughing and chatting with their companions, discussing the joy of the holidays and complaining about the looming start of school.
In a corner of the carriage, a blue-haired girl sat quietly, her suitcase resting on her knees, her hands on top, occasionally glancing at the students in the carriage, seemingly lost in thought.
Afterward, when the train arrived at the station, the students filed out, and she also stood up unhurriedly, picking up her suitcase and walking out.