He crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then patted his face and pulled out a smile in the mirror.
The smile was dashing and poised, yet it concealed a trace of desolation.
Shaking his head, he put on a cheerful facade again and walked out of the restroom.
Just as he turned the corner, Ye Zhichen saw a tall and straight figure in the corridor.
The man leaned against the wall, seemingly having waited for a long time; under the bright lights, his back was rigid, his hands casually tucked into his suit pockets, emanating an easy indolence and a unique charm.
Ye Zhichen had a moment of stupefaction, really just a moment, and the next second, he averted his gaze and calmly walked forward.
Chi Mu, sensing someone's presence, slowly shifted his deep black pupils to the corner of his eyes and saw the familiar figure walk straight past him without pausing.
Not even a surplus glance was bestowed upon him.
Hmph!
He scoffed coldly!