Mid-Autumn Festival.
Most of the students have gone home, and Ayin is the only one left in the dormitory. She has no intention of returning to the rental house.
The lights in the retro red-brick western-style building were still on, and the white light emitted combined with the orange-yellow color of the street lamps was dazzling.
The autumn night is getting colder, and the woman is leaning lazily on the ladder, like boneless silk. There was a slender lady's cigarette between her white fingers, and her green dress was crushed into pieces in the night like water waves.
The sound of footsteps sounded in his ears, and he raised his bright eyes. Those eyes were like foxes, seductive, and the sight broke into his heart.
What comes into the woman's eyes is the man's computer bag.
The man stopped and stood beside Ayin, "Smoking is prohibited in school."
Ayin remained motionless, staring at the man.
Looking at the black suit, it seemed a bit strange. She had never seen him look like him without his gown.
The man was the first to divert his attention.
Ayin put out his cigarette.
"It's cold at night, so I'm not afraid of catching a cold even though I'm wearing such thin clothes."
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The smoke in the room has not dissipated.
A cold voice and gradual footsteps came from inside the house.
"Who?"
The door lock is off.
"Your Ayin."
Intention: No wind blows in the green mountains, and your shadow will never be seen.