A familiar voice, yet Lin Zhiyi felt as if it came from another lifetime.
She followed her pale fingers and looked toward the newcomer.
It was Gong Chen, whom she hadn't seen for over a month.
He had lost some weight, his features became sharper and more dangerous, and his deep, ink-black eyes imperceptibly flickered.
With just one glance, a chill crawled up her spine, her blood turning ice-cold.
Lin Zhiyi's mind wandered for a moment. Realizing she had been staring at him, she immediately returned to reality and turned her body aside.
"No need."
As she walked past him, her wrist was tightly grasped.
The man stared at Lin Zhiyi's face, his jawline tensed, and his restrained eyes brimming with intense emotion.
The next second, he closed the door behind him forcefully, pushing Lin Zhiyi back into the restroom.
Lin Zhiyi stumbled back several steps, hitting the edge of the vanity, her head pressing against the cold mirror.