The window was a sliding type with two sections, and because there were too many people in the classroom that needed ventilation, they had opened the one near the back seats. The section close to Mo Shangjun was closed.
Ya Tianxing stood in the middle of the window, with a tall and straight figure that exuded a lazy aura.
Having not seen him for several days, his commanding presence had not diminished in the slightest. Standing there, he unintentionally drew people's attention. Once your gaze met his, it became difficult to look away.
The corridor outside was very narrow, and the sunlight fell obliquely, casting a light over his shoulders, outlining the edges of his figure and making him appear even more ethereal.
