In the late evening, the light broke through the dark clouds indifferently and basked quietly on the river bank.
Xiang Wan's face was being reflected on the waters as though she was a mystic who had opened a magic box. She was as though muttering to herself, immersed in her own world although she was talking to Bai Muchuan.
"Too similar! But why is she… why is she in Jin City?"
Bai Muchuan looked serious and his hands that were holding onto Xiang Wan's shoulders slightly tightened.
"What is that?"
Who… Who is that…
Xiang Wan's heart missed a beat.
She did not reply immediately but closed her eyes. The face in the photos and the face in her memories merged together repeatedly, comparing against them…
"I can't confirm… I don't dare to… Why is it her…"
As though she had thought of something terrifying, Xiang Wan pressed on her temples hard and pursed her lips lightly. There was a look of suppressed fear.
