It seemed like overnight, something changed.
The wind was blowing very hard outside. Hazel Qi looked at the sky outside the window and lost her appetite.
She returned to her seat and tidied her desk. The exercise book was spread out on the side, with no desire to open it.
Idly seeing the full trash cans at the back of the classroom, she got up and went downstairs to take out the trash.
The garbage room is at the end of the playground. Hazel Qi's thin arms dragged the large garbage can against the north wind with difficulty.
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