When he smiled, dimples immediately appeared on his cheeks. The one on the right was particularly deep and round, giving him a hint of naive playfulness.
'He looks pretty innocent, not dangerous at all—at least on the surface.'
Xi Lan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze slightly lowered as she rapidly sifted through the details of the scene that had just unfolded in her mind.
She was silent for a few breaths before slowly uttering two words, "Du Nan."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it sounded as if it were coming from a great distance, tinged with a hoarseness and a depth that spoke of age.
"Oh, Du Nan..." the young man repeated in a low voice, his brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly, as if he'd recalled a crucial clue, he snapped his head up. "That's not right. Didn't Du Nan die a long time ago? She died in the Northern Wilderness three years ago. Her body was buried by the wind and snow. How could that be you?"
The moment he spoke, the air seemed to freeze.
