I remember that prominent yet hellish moment last year, when Winnie has already inquired about her remarks of the exam; I was vaguely expecting the final result, though I didn’t cling to any hope. But when we suffered a downfall and met the unavoidably insufferable, we still put the last ray of sunshine on the miracle, even though a glimmer of light. I seemed pretty calm as my surroundings have exploded or torn apart or outshone, and put up the indifferent air when my friends asked me about the finals. “ I don’t know yet, hopefully, I will dump into the dumb luck, or I will lose definitely”. I am not pretending to take it easy and fool others, I am numb about the result now. The complex, miserable, pricking, irritating emotional surge which happened to me last year doesn’t work any magic on me this year. I keep going ahead, I don’t want to create any castle on air, I am in vain to manipulate or converse the fated outcome, I want to live at present down to earth, I even forget that three months’ battle or I have taken such two-day merciless fight, just let it go, the drifting on air gonna be cozy and carefree, but the most painful once I plummet down. So, the same word for me as the slogan for this time, “ I don’t know yet, hopefully, I will dump into the dumb luck, or I will lose definitely”. It’s the “Return of the Lord” or the “Fiasco”? Whatever, learn to accept and pause for a relief and adjust and then continue more bravely. :em221: