This story is very brief, as Shan Yuan Yuzi painted the image of a pitiful person with just a few words.
"That smile—whether it's genuine or fake, perhaps only Mr. A knows, right?" Shan Yuan Yuzi concluded simply and bowed towards Beichuan Si and the students sitting in a circle. "The story I have been interested in recently has concluded, Teacher Aikawa."
"Okay." Beichuan Si nodded and waved his hand for Shan Yuan Yuzi to step down.
Watching her walk down with a serene smile on her face, Beichuan Si's gaze flickered slightly and he called out the name of the next person.
...
In fact, the music class did not last very long.
After Beichuan Si called two or three people to the stage, the scene had already shifted once more.
In this world of mental imagery, it seemed there were no concepts of time and space; everything revolved according to Shan Yuan Yuzi's subconscious.
But what was the deal with the ghost story just now?
The laughing clown... what did it signify?
