In Lin Yi's mind, a vivid image of Angre, with his roguish charm blending the style of an English gentleman and an old rascal, suddenly appeared.
Soon after, the sound of "thud...thud...thud..." echoed repeatedly, clearly indicating someone was tapping the table with their fingers, seemingly lost in thought.
The scene before his eyes gradually became clearer, as the surroundings and figures within the environment began to emerge.
At first glance, this appeared to be a dormitory.
A normal kind of dormitory, almost indistinguishable from the one Lin Yi remembered.
Yet there were not many people in the dormitory.
Besides Wei Liang, there was only "himself," along with a stranger—no, that's not right!
Taking a closer look!
It seemed this wasn't a dormitory at all!
Here, there were far more than just a few people; there were many, many, many people in fact!
