It's 11 PM. The only light left in the street is the dim yellow above the 24-hour small eatery, and the sizzling sound of fried skewers just reached my ear.
Just handed in my final assignment u0026 turned the tassel on my graduation cap — what a wild, wonderful 4 years. Grateful for every late-night study buddy, sunny campus walk and lesson that stuck. On to the next chapter
It’s 11PM. Noodles simmer in the clay pot, red chili oil glistens like starlight, and the night’s quiet stories taste better with every warm bite. Wanna sit