Nicholas was slender, his skin a bit sallow, with dark brown hair neatly tied back, firmly held by a metal band. His eye sockets were deep-set, dark brown eyes always trembling involuntarily when he spoke, seemingly avoiding something or as if he were lying.
Just like earlier, when a new student asked about the scar on his forehead.
He spoke rapidly, explaining that the scar was left over from a terrible laboratory accident. When asked about the specifics of the accident, he pursed his thin lips, chuckled mysteriously, and didn't utter a word.
Seeing his fidgety eyes, the newcomers were skeptical.
Doubt filled Zheng Qing's heart, though he wasn't questioning Nicholas' story — in fact, he didn't believe Nicholas' tale at all.
Because he was slightly doubtful of Nicholas' identity.
He felt as if he'd heard this name somewhere before.
