Are we going to separate?

Gabby stood behind a large tree and looked out over the field in front of the music department's building. The new students were still busy taking photos together and their laughter could still be heard clearly in her ears.

Finally, Gabby spun around and crouched down. She propped her fist into her cheek and kept waiting. She waited for a long time, heaven knew how long she'd crouched under the tree.

"Hey," the black shoes were right in front of Gabby. "You're sitting here?"

Gabby looked up and saw Michael, who was still wearing his military training uniform. His beautiful face noticed the expression on Gabby's face, which looked sluggish.

"Michael," Gabby's eyes, which were big at first, are now getting bigger. Her lower lip creased as she said, "Will we part someday?"

"Hah?" Michael squatted in front of Gabby. "Why are you suddenly asking me that?"

Gabby opened up, explaining her feelings to Michael with her trembling lips.