Bab 1925: The Most Romantic Thing I Can Imagine

On Earth, in the season that was warm and comfortable, inside a campus that looked like a garden filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, light, delightful music was playing.

A young man in sportswear hopped forward as if he had grown springs on his legs. With a big headset on his head, he was bouncing a basketball in his hands.

It was obvious that he was quite good at the sport. Even though the basketball was pushed several meters away many times, it always bounced back to his hands, however narrowly.

The passersby of his age all greeted him, implying that he was an outgoing and popular boy.

The camera changed. Inside a quiet, clean building not far away, a calm and slim girl was practicing dancing in the slightly sorrowful melody.

Her soft body, her pitiful expression, and her agile footsteps truly made her look like an angel whose wings had broken.