In Your Dreams!

At dawn, the mist froze on the branches and fell down. Sparse and cold, it was like raindrops in the fog. The morning bell rang and students who had risen early walked to and fro. When they sensed the two youths walking quietly down the road, they stopped and nodded.

"Morning, Concertmaster Ye."

"Good morning."

"Concertmaster Ye, good morning."

When Ye Qingxuan saw girls smiling at him, he would smile too and say, "Good morning."

Like a regular walk, everything was normal and nothing out of sorts. The only thing difference was the briefcases in their hands. They swung along with their steps like a small book bag.

Though Charles had no smile on his face, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be in a good mood. He replied to all of the greetings from the students they passed and even hummed a children’s song he had learned somewhere.

"Lalala, lalala, lalalal!"