After graduation, the class group chat went quiet, as if someone had pressed the mute button.
Serene moved out of the dorm. Jonathan failed to get the recommendation spot. Later, Alex sent me a jar of coffee beans.
The card inside read: "I'm not asking you to forgive me. I just felt like I owed you these words."
I accepted it. Sara changed too. She took such good care of that hand-drawn silk scarf that it looked even better than when it was new.
Life slowly returned to normal. After that incident, the number of visitors who booked appointments at the exhibition hall increased several times over. My mom even made a small sign and placed it at the entrance.
It read: This venue does not offer 300-dollar luxury clothing fitting services.
Below it was a smaller line: The valuation will be
