When Fang Yinglong came back to his senses in a daze, he saw that he had returned to the washroom sinks. The oval mirror in front of him clearly reflected his hideous and furious face.
Fang Yinglong was stunned at first and stared blankly at his face in the mirror. It seemed a few degrees paler, and was exactly the same color as the face of a dead person, which made him especially flustered.
The sound of water splashing rang out again in the quiet washroom.
All the sink taps suddenly turned on at the same time.
Fang Yinglong subconsciously trembled and his face changed drastically. He raised his foot and was about to run to the door, when the bathroom door closed gently with a click, as if pushed shut by a breeze.