Chance Encounter An Ruxin hadn’t yet had time to change out of the business attire her company required. Step by step, she made her way to the convenience store. Her brows, eyes, and lips were all delicate—willow-leaf brows, long phoenix eyes, thin lips. Her skin was utterly devoid of color, pale as white paper. These features combined to form a face that could be called refined, but for some reason, people’s first impression of her was always the same: like seeing a glass of plain water. And…