Before long, Chanin came to the men's room. He looked up, saw a room near the toilet, the door locked, and waited patiently for other irrelevant people to leave. When I saw that the road was convenient, I went to get the "clean" sign in front of the toilet, closed the door, closed the latch, walked back and knocked gently on the toilet door.
"Are you in there?"
I don't know if it is, but I've guessed it.
There was no answer until Chanin had to ask again.
"Are you Longo?"
There was no response again, but this time it was the opening of the garden door. Chanin flinched a little, and the people inside looked at him coldly.
"Why did you show up?"
I shouldn't have asked. . . I have to find you.
I think so because Chanin sees the resentment on his face and doesn't know what his resentmen
