The mirror and washbasin in the men's restroom of the Teaching Building were on the corridor side, so Mao Feiyang almost instantly locked eyes with his own reflection in the mirror.
At that moment, a strange and refreshing ripple merged with the chilly night breeze, appearing out of nowhere, and the next moment, it swept quietly across the entire campus like ripples.
As this ripple passed through the Teaching Building, it seemed like a pair of invisible and skillful hands quietly lifted the edge of Mao Feiyang's dark green hood.
Time seemed to expand infinitely at that moment; as the brim of the hood was gently lifted by the wind, Mao Feiyang's gaze pierced through the dim distance and saw his reflection in the mirror clearly.
"Gulp!"
Mao Feiyang's heart seemed to miss a beat, and his pupils dilated into a white dot—
"This, this...?!"
