The door to Room 4-1 was open.
Soft light shone on the mirror, reflecting the corridor's scene.
When Wen Xishu was enveloped by that light, he first looked at the mirror.
Then he began to look at the source of the crying. The owner of the crying was very young, about twenty-five years old, but seemed to be about the same age as Wen Xishu.
The girl's arms had many scratches, and there were scars on her face. Her wrists bore long-term chain marks.
However, today, the girl did not look at Wen Xishu but was instead slightly facing away from him. Wen Xishu noticed that her position and the mirror created a sort of alignment.
"Airplane? You... how did you get out of bed?" The girl, who had been crying hysterically, was startled when she saw the man from the next door get up, and she temporarily stopped crying.
Wen Xishu said:
"I'm better."
"What do you mean?" the girl asked.
