The storm was over, and all the boys from Dorm No. 216 fell into a long silence.

Lin Wenxi could not break the ice at all, so he could just let it go on. He didn't know when the silence would end. Only Wang Xiang would occasionally tell some jokes, but these jokes were like the wind blowing over the surface of a rock. When the wind of the joke passed, nothing changed.

Lying alone on the bed, Lin Wenxi recalled many people and many things.

The group of ...