Ji Nuan did not use the restroom; she only wanted to step away from the cold war zone.
She washed her hands and redid her makeup. After around ten minutes, she turned to head out but was startled to see the man outside. He was leaning against the wall as he smoked a cigarette.
The moment she stepped out, she was surrounded by smoke. She faltered in her footsteps and watched the man as he smoked. Unlike other men, Mo Jingshen appeared composed and dependable when he smoked. The scent was not difficult to tolerate, and even carried hints of mint.
She did not understand why he had come here to smoke. The men's restroom was clearly downstairs. This was the women's.
She did not move after stepping out, remaining in her position to watch him curiously. The man only glanced at her once. The spark of flame between his fingers flickered, but he did not pause his natural movements for her.
