"Your husband?"
Xin Fat Man leaned forward, his face revealing a hint of interest: "Your husband came to the school? When did he come? I've always heard you have a husband... When will you introduce us?"
"If I could find him," Zheng Qing spread his hands with a somewhat helpless tone, "other than at the bookstore, he always finds me, and I don't know where he is right now."
"Mirror Pavilion, Mirror Pavilion."
Xiao Xiao murmured the name, flipping through his black-shelled notebook with a rustling sound, his voice filled with confusion: "I must have heard this name somewhere... but where?"
"There's something Doctor Xiao can't remember?" Xin Fat Man teased.
Xiao Xiao ignored him, patiently going through his notes and without raising his head, he inquired of Zheng Qing: "You say the mirror has no name... but what does it look like, you should be able to describe that."
That wasn't difficult, Zheng Qing nodded.
