As soon as Qiu Ming finished speaking, all I could see was his eyes.
His eyes grew larger before me.
He was clearly an old man, yet his eyes were astonishingly clear, with distinct whites and irises.
His irises were brown, and my face was reflected in them.
I blinked, and the reflection seemed to change. The color of his eyes changed, too.
I saw purple—a pale purple, so light it was almost white.
The smell of air freshener and disinfectant mingled, making my nose sting.
I looked around and spotted a crack in one of the toilet stalls.
It was lighter than the paint on the wall, easy to overlook.
The crack stretched from one stall to another, eventually reaching the corner of the wall at the end of the restroom.
It looked as though someone had deliberately cut through the wall.
The floor had just been cleaned, and there were no other traces in the restroom.
I hurriedly turned and rushed out.
Just then, I sensed yin energy.
I turned around and saw the figure of a girl.
Her figure blended into the purple wall and quickly vanished.
I rushed to the wall and pressed my hand against it.
The yin energy had already dissipated, and there was no crack in the wall.
I turned and left the restroom anyway.
I went up the stairs nearby and reached the top floor.
There was nothing unusual in the restroom, teachers' lounge, or classrooms on the top floor.
I was about to go downstairs when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the corridor window and saw a figure.
I lunged toward the window and looked down. There was someone on the school path below.
The girl was wearing a school uniform. She stopped, then looked up at