chapter 25 A tiger has wings?

Five years later. . . . . .

Joaquin was holding a formation book in his hand, sitting alone on a stone bench under the peach tree, sometimes reading, sometimes resting his face on his hands, blinking and thinking about things.

Compared with the past, when he was so focused that he could study the formation book for several hours just sitting down, he seemed extremely restless today, as if he had something on his mind.

And at this moment, a girl was dressed in white,...