"Aren't you coming in to see your old classmate, Su Qing?"
A pained voice suddenly came from inside the dilapidated classroom; if someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they'd definitely be startled.
The building had been abandoned for many years, and huge cracks had opened up in the walls; it felt like it could collapse at any second.
Su Qing stood at the classroom door, rainwater already soaking his shoes, but he didn't care in the slightest.
He was holding up a black umbrella. The rain drummed loudly on the fabric, which is probably why the person inside noticed him.
Hearing this, Su Qing took a deep breath. Instead of pushing open that battered wooden door, he spoke in a low voice:
"How do you know it's me, and not someone else?"
