Ruan Yiyi sat at the hotel bar, her shoes resting on the footrest of the high chair; she held a glass of wine between her fair, slender fingers, smiling charmingly. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the conversation with the guy across from her.
This was the scene that greeted the person glancing in from the entrance.
A thin figure stood there, the back gradually straightening, becoming rigid.
For a moment, it was as if Ruan Yiyi sensed something, glancing instinctively toward the door before retracting her gaze and continuing to drink.
However, the glass she raised next froze mid-air.
The smile at the corner of her lips slowly faded away.
Just now, did she see... someone?
Was she mistaken?
Ruan Yiyi's eyes flickered briefly, then she lowered her gaze, continuing to bring the halted glass to her lips.
