Lu Wanwan was aware of Gu Annan's habits. He hardly ever used this small suite, let alone went to the bathroom during work hours.
She stood at the doorstep of the small suite, the urge to immediately leave the place growing stronger.
The fingers gripping the tote bag unnaturally tightened, slowly clenching into a fist, the knuckles painfully aching.
The sound of water in the bathroom abruptly stopped.
Lu Wanwan suddenly remembered why she was here: for two reasons, one was for work, the other was to return his belongings to him.
Regardless of the reason, she could not leave.
Since she had decided to return to Manchester, she had been mentally prepared to face him; this ought to have been expected.
The bathroom door opened.
The suite's door was originally not closed, so Gu Annan saw her as soon as he stepped out.
His dark eyes slightly narrowed, after a moment of surprise, slowly lit up with several strands of bright light.
