It was already 9 P.M. and the school's anniversary celebrations would end in just an hour. The performances were still in full swing in the grand hall. However, Xia Ruya secretly went out of the grand hall and came to the crepe myrtle flowers trail.
The fluorescent moon hung high up in the autumn's night sky, exuding silver radiance and clearly illuminating everything on land. Due to the school's anniversary celebrations, the compounds of the Institute were decorated with lights which lit up the entire school grounds as if it were daytime.
Xia Ruya stood beneath and looked up at the crepe myrtle tree. Regardless of how gorgeously it used to bloom, becoming the sight of the Institute, it still couldn't stop the defeat to October's autumn which robbed it of its last moments.
That withered flower which was being shredded shook stubbornly on the branch—did every flower make such a last-ditch struggle before it fell off?