Mao Feiyang did not believe his explanation and was still terrified, subconsciously asking, "You... you're like me?"
"Not really," Mu Daxian shook his head. Seeing Mao Feiyang's anxiety, he gave a mysterious smile and slowly said, "Well, I've been a... Dormitory Supervisor for a while."
Lin Yi (Mao Feiyang): "?! "
...
Soon after, Mu Daxian led Mao Feiyang through the Art Building's lobby and, along with some Art Students, arrived in front of an archway.
Looking out from the arch, the entire Stone Bridge was enveloped in mist. The nearby stones were already moist with rain, some droplets danced on the stones, while others merged into the moss on the stone walls.
The patchy moss appeared and disappeared under the alternating dim and bright light, stretching into the depth of the mist along the Stone Bridge.
Many Art Students did not carry umbrellas; they just walked onto the ancient, mottled Stone Bridge. Their pace was neither fast nor slow, seemingly unaffected by the storm.