Darkness, like thick ink, instantly engulfed every corner of the corridor.
Yan Che stopped the pen in his hand and gently rubbed his sore eyebrows. The air was mixed with the faint musty smell of old books and the pungent chemical smell of the disinfectant sprayed by the cleaning staff in the evening. The two smells fermented in the sultry summer night, forming a unique and uncomfortable atmosphere. Sweat soaked the school uniform on his back and stuck to his skin in a sticky state.
Missed it again.
He glanced at the night outside the window. The moon had been obscured by thick clouds, with only a few pale stars struggling. The face of the dormitory aunt with "selflessness" written all over it came to his mind. Tonight, he wouldn't even think about going back to the dormitory. However, compared to being crowded into a room with a group of energetic roommates and sorting out club information alone in an empty teaching building, it was actually a kind of peace for him.
