In the classroom, the teacher was lecturing meticulously.

Kate was sitting there with a pen in her hand and writing something in her notebook. But she wasn't listening to the teacher.

Running into Jimmy yesterday was like throwing a stone into the peaceful lake of her heart.

Some suppressed emotion came back to the surface.

She could still feel Jimmy's breath. They were once that close-she could not help to measure the distance with the pen in her hand. Her fingers ...