Now the mystery has been solved.
The person in front of me. To be precise, this is a long-haired boy who looks a little weird in his behavior, but his brows reveal an irresistible handsomeness. Well, he was probably about the same age as me, around eighteen or nineteen years old. He wore jeans with holes, patterns and patches. And its trousers, on the pair of black canvas shoes with neat laces, were just right, stacked about two and a half times.
"Hi." Ling Cairu opened his big eyes as bright as copper buttons and greeted the stranger sitting across from him:
"What's your name?"