Xie Zhi could leave the restroom at any moment. If Li Xian followed her then, he would expose himself right under her nose; if he stayed behind, the "fly people" would trap him inside. The danger still hadn't been completely resolved.
Ji Xie quickly figured this out, and he felt that Li Xian must understand it even better.
Ji Xie glanced at Li Xian. His expression remained perfectly calm, without the slightest trace of tension, as though he were in his own backyard rather than a restroom stall.
Time always seemed to drag when you were waiting. Pressed against Li Xian's shoulder, Ji Xie waited and waited, until he no longer knew how long this bizarre stalemate had lasted.
Meanwhile, Li Xian patiently kept track of the time in his head. There were roughly three hours left until dawn. If Xie Zhi really could cry in her stall all night, that would naturally be the best outcome. So far, these "fly people" had only appeared at night and were nowhere to be found during the day. There was a strong chance they would disappear once dawn broke.
But reality never worked out quite as perfectly as expected. About an hour after Li Xian hid in the restroom, the crying in the second-to-last stall gradually weakened. Xie Zhi's unmistakable sobs dwindled into choked whimpers, and finally, after two sniffles, she fell completely silent.
Only the buzzing of flies outside the door remained, all the more distinct against the silence.
Li Xian went on alert. The crying had stopped, which meant Xie Zhi would probably leave soon.
Sure enough, the sound of a lock turning soon came from the neighboring stall.
Click.
After that soft sound, Xie Zhi left her stall.
Li Xian listened closely. Xie Zhi's footsteps gradually moved away from