She was a woman with a strong scent of books.
Her long hair neatly bundled, dark red-framed glasses, a knitted cardigan, and a black pencil skirt, her slim figure brought Tang Li's high school Chinese teacher to mind; the attire was quite similar.
A middle-aged woman walked briskly past, then suddenly halted.
She stared at Tang Li standing at the bathroom entrance, sized her up, and her expression softened: "Why are you standing here after you've arrived?"
With no one else around, Tang Li was sure the woman was addressing her and politely responded: "I'm sorry, I'm just using the bathroom at your house."
Before she could explain further, the middle-aged woman grabbed her hand: "Let's go upstairs first."
Tang Li felt something was off.
