She sighed and looked at the light makeup on her face. She wondered if she should wash her face or go out to get makeup.
The washroom fell silent. She hated making choices the most.
After a long while, she decided to get some cosmetics.
Because her face was burning and her mind was in a mess, she needed cold water to clear her mind.
However, just as she stepped out of the washroom, she saw a tall and slender figure on the wall.
Under the bright light, the figure and face could be seen clearly.
Even though he was leaning against the wall, his back was still straight. With one hand in his suit pocket and the other elegantly holding a slender cigarette between his fingers, he lowered his head slightly and took a puff. His puff carried a different charm.
A sanctimonious hypocrite.
What a well-dressed ruffian.
He raised his head to look at her. Even the bright and dazzling lights couldn't penetrate his deep eyes.