On the Edge of Pure

The dormitory was deathly silent. The tightly shut windows trembled in the cold wind. Outside, mottled walls stood against each other, a dilapidated air conditioner unit still dripping water on the withered old treetops, where a bird's nest hung precariously.,Because Rokuro had no home left, the photographs of his parents hung on the wall for ten years. From the spacious apartment back then to the later rented house and leaky attic room, and finally to this small dormitory.,The live stream playing on the phone was interrupted by a call. After answering, a familiar, boisterous voice came through: “Xiao Lu Are you still at school My goodness, there's a package for you here. Hurry over and get it, it's about to pour down rain, I have to go home quickly!”。