The window was tightly closed.
Sunlight passed through the transparent glass, falling between the red flowerpots on the window ledge, where the long leaves of the Squid-foot Grass spread wildly, greedily sucking up the sunlight from the sky.
Zheng Qing stood in front of the flowerpots, next to a narrow desk.
On the left, sat Xiao Xiao and Banna, nestled in red round chairs, with Karl-Strauss's "Philosophy of Magic" and Professor Yao's classroom notes spread on the table; on the right, stood Liu Fei Fei and Nicholas, Liu Fei Fei biting her lip nervously, while Nicholas put his hand on her shoulder with a serious expression.
Li Meng squatted back down to the floor, pressing on Furry Bean's head, looking towards her older cousin. Jiang Yu crossed her arms, gazing at Zheng Qing, her eyes showing a hint of inquiry.
Zheng Qing repeated the message Furry Bean had conveyed to him once again, only this time he described it in more detail, adding some of his own conjectures.
