There were a good two hours into the lesson. Chai massaged his aching left hand, tired from writing notes. He rose from the chair carrying the plate, now empty save for the crumbs left from assorted cookies. His mind and ears ached from the torrent of words and information that simply streamed from Yao's mouth. A lot of it simply bounced off him ( Read more... )

Chai had just arrived home. Parking his motorcycle, he got off only to kneel on the ground while waiting for his legs to regain their strength. His heart was still pounding from the encounter with that man at the library. In a state of panic, he fiddled with the straps of his helmet for a few minutes. He wiped the tears from gathered in eyes from ( Read more... )