They had the same face, but now he made her feel much closer, much more appealing.
"I have a bolder idea," Dubian Che turned his head and looked at her, "want to hear it?"
"Let's hear it," Kiyono Lin turned her attention back to the front.
The steep slope was the same one from the start of high school, even the timing of the cherry blossoms withering and the place where the petals piled up remained unchanged.
But what was she doing on this day a year ago, on April 5th?
She wasn't used to the long uphill climb back then, gasping for breath with each step.
That time, Dubian Che was probably among the groups of boys, laughing and playfighting as they passed by her.
Based on their first conversation, when he walked past her, he probably didn't care, not stealing glances at her like the other boys did.
And herself – she didn't notice boys, or girls, or any human being for that matter.
