"Ian, do you want to read?" Cecilia Adler finally asked, unable to bear the silence any longer.
Ian Quincy reluctantly released her hand. "Let's."
The exam was in July, and it was already the end of January. He didn't have much time left.
What's more, from the first to the fifth of every month, someone else would appear and take control of his body.
They didn't share memories.
He needed to write down everything that had happened to him recently—aside from getting married—to inform this other self.
Cecilia Adler walked over to the coffee table, sat down, and picked up the book he had bought for her, holding it in a studious manner.
The title printed on the cover was *Circles*.
'What a strange title.'
She opened it to the first page and immediately found many words she didn't recognize.
Even when she recognized the words, she had no idea what the author was describing.
Things like "Georgian style" and "French doors."
