Inside the elevator, there were two 18-year-old female students who lived upstairs.
Seeing Zhang Ye enter, one of the girls with a ponytail did not respond. She gave a glance before looking back down at her cellphone. The other girl, who wore spectacles, paused her gaze on Zhang Ye for an additional second. Only when Zhang Ye’s eyes met hers did the bespectacled girl quickly pull away her gaze. When the elevator almost reached the first floor, Zhang Ye could see from the corner of his eyes that the bespectacled girl had glanced at him again. When the elevator stopped and opened its door, the first girl went out, while the bespectacled girl took a third glance at Zhang Ye. This glance was very fast, before the two of them briskly walked away.
Were there flowers on my face?
Or was my face stained with something?
Zhang Ye was unsure. As he used his cellphone’s front camera as a mirror, he realized that there was nothing unusual. The girl had definitely not looked at him because of that!