"I'm sorry..."
Brenda apologized and got out quickly.
She was very flustered. She had never encountered such a situation before.
A short time after, the door opened. The man zipped up his trousers and walked out.
In the corridor, he turned his head and glanced at Brenda.
The man was tall. His gaze was cold and steely. His eyes were deep and unfathomable like those of a white wolf when he looked at Brenda.
He didn't seem to care too much about her. He turned around and left.
Brenda looked at the open door of the bathroom and pushed it open again.
The woman had already stood up, and she had already arranged her clothes neatly. She was putting lipstick on while standing in front of the basin.
The mirror reflected her pale face, and the unfitting melancholy in her
