"Although the connection between us is somewhat special now, we essentially have nothing to do with each other." Cheng Mu paused, "So you can't restrain me."
Chuzheng didn't know whether she was angry or found the young man in the mirror funny, there was silence for a moment.
In the end, she just pointed at the young man's forehead through the mirror with her hand.
Chuzheng erased the words and started doing her own thing.
Cheng Mu saw the handwriting disappear, waited a minute, called out tentatively. Not getting a response, he called out again, unwilling to give up.
Chuzheng ignored him completely.
Cheng Mu was probably mad too, he took out the paper from his backpack and walked out of the mirror's range.
After some time, Cheng Mu's voice came from the other side, "I've done what you asked me to do."
Chuzheng paused her writing, but in the next second, her pen flowed smoothly again, sketching the patterns on the hem of a skirt.
