Another notebook was buried beneath, one that Forrest had copied Madelyn's notes into.

Madelyn tilted her head and looked at his handwriting in the notebook. She had thought his handwriting would be messy, but it turned out to be neater than hers.

In fact, this notebook was meant for him, as Madelyn didn't expect him to copy it down.

She thought to herself, 'Well, copying it might actually help him remember better.'

Madelyn woke him up; if he went back to sleep, the school gates would be locked.

After a while, she remembered that he was sick.

Madelyn noticed a pink thermos and some medicine at the upper right corner of his desk.

She called his name several times, but he didn't respond until she reached out and lightly touched his forehead through his bangs to check his temperature.

'It's really hot!'

In the next second, Forrest, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. Madelyn met his gaze calmly, and they locked eyes for a few seconds.

The atmosphere felt strangely s