A ruined [Dean's office]
The electricity was cut off, so only candles were lit,
It was as if a super eight-level earthquake had arrived; the intense shaking made the office likely to collapse at any time, and several broken walls already showed fractured steel bars.
Even so,
Three people were sitting inside chatting,
The director, still bearing her charm, sat inside the desk, using rouge to cover the death spots on her face,
Opposite her sat a young couple, the woman having a tear mole at the corner of her eye, leaning entirely on the man's embrace.
With the director's makeup finished, those devilish black pupils stared straight at him, "Yi Chen, are you really planning to do this? Your good friend is on the scene, you know. As your teacher, I'm very glad you've found friends. But if they die, that wouldn't be good."
"They won't."
