Song Weiyi had just finished in the restroom a few minutes before, and as she stood in front of the sink looking at herself in the mirror, there was a dark circle under her eyes—the consequence of two consecutive nights of poor sleep, immediately apparent on her face.
After returning, she still had to endure Mengmeng's interrogation or Pei Yibai's disturbances.
Just thinking about these things gave her a headache.
She turned on the faucet, scooped up several handfuls of water, and splashed them fiercely onto her face, hoping it would clear her mind a bit.
After that, Song Weiyi turned off the faucet and walked toward the women's restroom door.
Just like when she entered, the door was still closed. Song Weiyi, thinking nothing of it, tried turning it forcefully.
She realized the door didn't budge.
"What's going on?" she wondered suspiciously at the door that showed no sign of responding to electricity. Song Weiyi, not giving up, twisted the doorknob back and forth.
