Creak, creak.
It's the sound of the pumpkin carriage slowly departing.
Zheng Qing adjusted the soft brim of his pointed wizard hat, discreetly scanning around. As expected, there were plenty of sneaky glances. But beyond those furtive looks, a strange and malicious atmosphere pervaded, making the young funded student feel an urge to flee immediately.
However, when he turned around, the pumpkin carriage from Greenhill Mansion had already disappeared without a trace, leaving nothing but the thick night behind.
The stiff formal wear felt like iron sheets, heavy and icy, weighing on him, as if wrapped in shackles from inside out. Fortunately, the soft brim of the wizard hat with its undulating lines could filter many prying eyes and also hide his own gaze, preventing contact with others' eyes.
"Think positively, you've already bought accident insurance and been blown up once... things can't get worse," the young funded student thought, both sadly and resolutely.
