It's a pity that there are no tools in this world, otherwise, he really wanted to try——alright, just kidding.
After all, it's not the time to do such things now.
Duanmu Huai rubbed his hands, then walked into the next compartment, and he saw two people standing there.
One of them was a rebellious teenager, looking just in his teens, with a large burn scar on his left forehead... Well, a boy with a scar on his forehead? Train?
Duanmu Huai silently turned his head and glanced around.
Could this be the Japanese version of Harry Potter?
"Ah, Miss Xiao Ai!"
However, what surprised Duanmu Huai even more was that the other party actually called out his name, smiling as he came up to him.
"Didn't expect to see you on this train! That's great! Frankly, I didn't know what to do just now..."
"You are...?"
