When they reached the hotel, Kiara got out of the car with the child in her arms and casually glanced at the hotel in front of her, claiming to be the highest standard locally, it was merely on par with domestic express hotels. The economy here still had room for improvement, yet there were quite a few guests, predominantly of foreign faces, it seemed.
The locals weren't particularly tall, and Kiara could spot one or two taller individuals who, despite their yellow skin, she guessed were foreigners; the locals had distinctive facial features, easily distinguishing whether someone was foreign or not. For example, the man ahead; Kiara could tell just from his back that he was from the Celestial Empire.
This familiar, perfect inverted-triangle physique, so handsome, clearly not a local—
Wait a minute, doesn't this person look a lot like Camden?
Kiara instantly perked up; she nudged her glasses up her nose. Could it be she was missing him so much that everyone resembled him?
