Warmth and encouragement from pop and mum and brother.

the failure of the exam send me a hidden signal that I was too optimistic about the exam in May - i knew that it wouldn't surely be easy, but never thought it is something I can't achieve. Now, I seriously doubt that if I could really do well in May as I wish.

I've just taken a shower. a glimpse of my family picture in background comfort me little. It is not easy. I look at my parents, and my brother. They eyes in the picture seems to give me courage, and insistence. It is not expectation and pressure, and menace. It is comforting encouragement and warmth. I will do my best, I promise.

Whether I can get into Cambridge, I dare not to think. I will just do my best.