Lu Wanwan frowned slightly; here in Manchester, the restrooms were separated by gender and not located together.
There was only one restroom and makeup room nearby, so how could there be a man?
She turned in puzzlement and was met with an unusually tall figure clad in a black suit and black shirt, a mere glance was enough to give off an untouchable and chilly aura.
When she looked up, she saw a beautiful and unfamiliar face with delicate features, deep-set Western facial contours, and blue eyes, while the light brown, freshly-cut short hair added an exotic charm.
But as handsome as he was, he appeared as cold as an ice sculpture, devoid of any earthly warmth.
Lu Wanwan speculated that if he were a European male model, he would certainly stand out. It was rare, even amongst those of mixed heritage, to have such a perfect balance of an intriguingly mysterious aura and the elegance of blended features.
