She picked up the note and stuffed it into her bag as if she were picking up a ginkgo leaf on the glass window. It was no different than the ginkgo leaves in Yan Garden back then. Time, this magical thing, had treasured it and also redrawn its veins, repainted its skeleton.
She read over the outline silently, sunlight streaming through the car window onto the paper, a bit dazzling, yet her heart gradually calmed down. Each word, each sentence in her mind became clearer and clearer.
She thought, she could.
The forum would start at half past two in the afternoon, she still had a morning to prepare. So from the car ride to taking the flight, she was reviewing the entire time. She went over the lecture twice in her mind and felt relieved, there shouldn't be any problems now.
By then, they were nearly at Xingsha.
He had always been quietly by her side, never disturbing her. It was only now that he began to speak, "Feeling confident?"