She threw the crumpled tissue into the trash can, patted her face, and then pulled up a smile in the mirror.
The smile remained, appropriate and carefree, but with a hint of desolation.
Shaking her head, she replaced her expression with another smile and walked out of the restroom.
As soon as she turned the corner, Ye Zhichen saw a tall, upright figure in the hallway.
The man was leaning against the wall as if he had been waiting for a long time. Under the bright lights, his back was straight, his hands were in the pockets of his suit pants, looking casual and lazy, exuding a unique charm all over his body.
Ye Zhichen was momentarily stunned, but only for a moment. In the next second, she retracted her gaze and calmly walked forward.
When Chi Mu noticed someone's presence, his dark pupils slowly moved to the corners of his eyes. He saw the familiar figure walk straight past him without even a pause.
Not even a spare glance was cast his way.
Heh!
A cold laugh sounded!
