Everyone had their own definition of happiness.
Outside, the wind howled and rain poured down. I had a little house; raindrops pattered against the windows, the fire inside was warm, and the scent of meat stew filled the air. That was one kind of happiness.
Giving someone a rose and leaving a lingering fragrance behind was another kind of happiness.
Until Friday afternoon, before the finals began, Zheng Qing could still vaguely smell the delicate fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose from Wednesday night. That smiling face holding flowers had flashed through his mind hundreds of times, yet it had not faded in the slightest. Instead, it grew clearer each time.
So when the Youzui Hunting Team gathered and he saw the real person again, the young scholarship student was briefly dazed, unable to tell the difference between the image in his mind and reality.
"Hey! Snap out of it!"
The Red-faced Male Wizard snapped his fingers sharply twice in front of Zheng Qing's eyes. "Don't show weakness in front of the other teams! You're our captain—you need to look more confident than the rest of us!"
"I feel like our captain's been sleepwalking these past two days." Fatty Xin folded his arms, a thoughtful look on his face. "...At lunch, he nearly stuck his chopsticks into my bowl."
"That's because the food in your bowl looked good." Zheng Qing gave a dry laugh, his gaze swiftly flicking toward the witch at his side—she was counting the talismans in her hand, head lowered, a lock of hair falling beside her ear and making her skin seem even fairer.
"Who knows how much longer we'll be stuck here." Zhang Jixin tugged at his gloves, sounding somewhat impatient as he looked around.
It was now half past two in the