The car door closed.
Ya Tianxing was still sitting in the car, not in a hurry to fasten his seatbelt.
He quietly watched the departing figure of Mo Shangjun.
Slender shoulders, yet full of explosive power, holding a backpack in one hand, casually slung over her shoulder, with one hand in her pocket, walking leisurely, lacking the demeanor of a soldier, but her back was always straight.
A breeze gently blew, lifting her hair, very enticing, momentarily mesmerizing.
Soon, Mo Shangjun entered the Dormitory Office Building.
It was a short distance, but she still didn't look back.
Retracting his gaze, Ya Tianxing took out the pack of cigarettes she left behind, put one in his mouth, and turned to open the car window.
With the cigarette lit, smoke swirled inside the car, soon dispersed by the wind.
Ya Tianxing turned his head to look outside the window, seeing that solitary Dormitory Office Building on the empty ground.
Mo Shangjun should be there now.
Ya Tianxing thought.
