Holding the cat with one hand, in order to prevent anyone from seeing his expression at the moment, Shard lowered his head to tidy the creases in his clothes as he walked. When he raised his head again, a glance swept over the spot where the banquet hall connected to the corridor, and he suddenly froze:
"Huh? Did I see it wrong?"
[You didn't see it wrong, it's him.]
"Oh, my Mia."
Shard groaned softly in his heart and quickly walked towards the location of the corridor on the first floor.
"Dr. Schneider!"
A few dozen seconds later, he made his way through the crowd to the corridor. Calling out softly, the middle-aged man at the other end of the empty corridor, about to turn the corner, stopped. He turned to look at Shard, and sure enough, it was Dr. Bill Schneider.
The blue-eyed middle-aged psychiatrist was also dressed quite handsomely for the banquet, with a silk cap and formal attire looking rather remarkable.
"Oh, good evening, Shard."
