When Lin Shuang came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the grand auditorium at Huai City University.
Recently there seemed to be no events held here, and the dust-covered doors of the auditorium have been closed for a long time, accumulating a layer of dust.
On the thick layer of dust, there were two spread-out hearts. Lin Shuang looked closely and could still make out the traces of the artists: two little painters seemed to have gone through a competition to see who could paint their heart larger without stopping.
He gently touched those two hearts, big enough to encompass his own, and then pushed open the grand doors of the auditorium.
The vast auditorium was brightly lit, empty, with two girls sitting by the piano on the stage; one kept the beat while the other played and hummed a tune.
