Nico knew why I had fallen ill and tried to call Colin several times, but I stopped him.Colin already had enough on his plate, so I didn't want to cause him any more trouble. It was just a small fever. I would get through it.Jessie and Nico stood at the far end of the room, debating whether to notify Colin. My fever was getting worse, and we were quite far from a proper hospital. They were worried if something were to happen to me, they wouldn't be able to explain it to Colin.They decided to wait until the next morning. If my fever didn't break, they would take me back to the city and ignore my pleas.At around 10:00 pm, I was burning up like hot coal. A freshman who was traveling with us was looking at me lying in bed silently. Suddenly, she slapped her forehead and ran out of the room.After a while, she returned with a small rectangular box and handed it to Jessie before saying, "Jessie, my mom prepared this for me. Please see if there's anything in there that can help Luna.
This was exactly what was happening now in Lincoln University's alumni group and Jesselton College's forum.After a long time without any response from the people involved, the onlookers started to find it boring and gradually dispersed. The few who were still around, defending Jasmine and claiming she had been wronged, were likely hired by her through some means.In the evening, Nico and Jessie discussed with me why there hadn't been any response from Colin for the past two days. They questioned if he was just accepting it or if he was gathering evidence and waiting for the right moment to strike back."If he's waiting for things to calm down on their own and pretending nothing happened, I'll be disappointed in him. He must give the public an explanation. Otherwise, the misunderstandings will deepen, and it'll be hard to reverse the damage." Jessie spoke in a slightly disappointed tone as she sat at the foot of my bed. She was hugging her knees to her chest.Nico rubbed his chin
"Even if we assume that Jasmine had a crush on Mr. White when she was at Lincoln University, do you see anything in her actions that shows genuine love for him rather than possessiveness?"Nico's words were like a hammer, knocking and waking me up.Previously, I had my doubts about Jasmine saving Colin, but since he acknowledged it, I chose to trust him and didn't speculate further.However, Nico's words now magnified the doubts I had buried deep inside.When Colin came out carrying the barely conscious Jasmine, I was too worried about him to think about how exactly Jasmine had saved him. After that, one thing after another happened, and I never got around to ask about it.I had to find the other students who were trapped with them that day and figure out what really happened. How did Jasmine save Colin?The entanglement between the three of us ultimately stemmed from this unverified act of her saving Colin's life.Perhaps this was the key to resolving everything.If we could p
It was important to be humble when necessary, and this was also what I truly believed in. No matter how excellent a teacher was, if they encountered unmotivated students, there wouldn't be any good results.That child who got into the middle school in the city must have had both talent and diligence. Colin just played a role in encouraging and teaching him according to his abilities."Oh, no. Mr. White is very attentive when he's teaching the children. There's not a single child in the village who doesn't like him," Mr. Miller said as he sat down on a stool. Then, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, squinting his eyes contentedly.Mrs. Miller came into the house carrying a large basket. As she put it on the table, I saw that it was filled with bright red apples. They were freshly washed and still glistening with water droplets. These apples looked fresher than the ones I had seen in supermarkets and smelled wonderfully fragrant."Go ahead and take one. These are from our own apple
"The landslide affected these two mountains. Experts said it was because the stones and old trees were almost entirely gone, leaving nothing to hold the soil in place during the rain. It's a man-made disaster. Even though there were attempts to manage it, it was too late."The northern mountains, however, were planted with apple trees, and stones were never extracted. So, the soil is stable and the harvest improves each year."Most natural disasters occurred because of human beings destroying nature. Ultimately, it was humans who bore the consequences.Mr. Miller and Mrs. Miller were very straightforward, and I surprisingly enjoyed chatting with them. It was nearly 10:00 am before I realized how much time had passed.Just as I was about to ask about last year's landslide, a chubby boy walked in with a white plate."Grandma, my mom made some fresh pancakes. They smell great. I brought them for you and Grandpa to have for lunch."Mr. Miller's house had an old-fashioned layout. It h
After the landslide, the school became inaccessible. So, only those who were there knew what had happened. Up until now, I had only heard Colin's side of the story. Perhaps there were things even he didn't know."It was raining heavily that day. Mr. White was done with his lessons and was standing by the window as we worked on our assignments."He noticed the mountain slope becoming unstable and wanted to ask us to run away. But we were quite far from home. The landslide would catch us before we could reach home safely. So, he immediately told us to move our desks to the corners of the room and stand on them. "Then, he lifted the teacher's desk to block the window closest to the corner."I'm fat and slow. So, when I tried to climb up the desk, I fell. By then, mud had started pouring in through other windows, and I was about to get buried. Mr. White picked me up onto the desk, but he got hit on the head by a falling desk and fainted."Miss, I was saved by Mr. White. I wanted to
I would eagerly wait for such a moment.Previously, even if I had brief doubts about Jasmine saving Colin, there was no reason to question something he personally confirmed. I couldn't let my suspicions put him in a difficult position, so I had to silently swallow all my doubts.But now, after hearing Tom's words, I couldn't help but question again whether Jasmine really did save Colin and if there were any unknown details. After all, apart from her, only those few children would know what happened while Colin was unconscious.This was the consequence of not seeking to understand something thoroughly. Dad taught me from a young age that no matter what the issue was, one had to look beyond the surface to understand the essence.As a child, I would think deeply about this. I would read a book repeatedly to grasp its main ideas or appreciate a painting many times to fully understand the mood it conveyed.Somehow, as I grew up, I had forgotten about this habit."Wasn't there another
Any decent person with a conscience wouldn't have done such a thing."What happened next? How did Mr. White regain consciousness? Was she the one who saved him?""Of course not! After she got buried, she started crying and screaming like she was dying, asking us to save her. None of us were crying, but she cried so hard that I think Mr. White woke up because of her. Her voice was so loud that it was terrifying." Tom shivered and hugged himself. He was clearly traumatized by the memory.It seemed Jasmine had left a deep negative impression on him.I couldn't help but find it a little amusing that Colin, who fainted, was awakened by her cries."After Mr. White woke up for a while, the landslide stopped. Adam and Jim were badly injured. After treating their wounds, Mr. White went to dig her out. I helped too, and my fingers bled from all the digging."But she kept crying and saying things like, 'As long as you're okay, I don't care about myself.' She kept saying not to worry about