The Journey Itself Chapter 41

In the end, Edward did not agree to let Owen run every day - because he himself could not run.

In the end, the two of them took turns coming back during weekdays and could only see each other during holidays.

The texture of time is different in different periods of time.

When I was in high school, time was like a rusty gear, turning once and going back two steps. I was "dying" every morning when I woke up, and "coming back to life" after evening self-study classes. A week was like a finger-thick test paper, a dozen times of watching the foundation on my math teacher's face slowly seeping through with oil, and six evening self-study classes when I wanted to sleep but couldn't.

When I got to college, time became a mad horse, crossing hundreds of thousands of cracks in one step. A week was like a drunken life, like participating in a stupid club activity, like being forced by the counselor to attend a party class... like meeting Owen.