That was a lean silhouette sitting at the bar stool by the floor-to-ceiling window, facing in the direction of the window, the silence around him permeating with solitude.
He was wearing a plain, cotton-linen round-necked shirt and black cropped trousers that wrapped around his slender legs, revealing sharply defined ankles. Sitting on the high stool, his long legs seemed to have nowhere to go but to curl up under the table on the footrest.
Su Lu almost froze the instant she saw that silhouette. Alarms went off in her mind, yet at the same time, she felt a deep sense of sorrow, it was truly sorrowful.
Su Lu couldn't help thinking, "All I did was glance at him once in front of the detention center, just one look, and now I can recognize his silhouette with just one glance..."
Perhaps, even if she hadn't seen him at the detention center, she might still have recognized him.
Some people are like poison, irresistible, with even forgetting seeming luxurious.
