She turned a corner along the stairs, shining her flashlight forward, and saw a tall figure sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his chest heaving heavily...
The man was hanging his head, and judging by the outline of his body, Xia Wan'an inexplicably felt a strong sense of familiarity.
However, she soon dismissed this thought. She had always done this, missing him so much that every time she saw someone who looked even a bit like him, she thought it was him. But each time, this only brought disappointment.
How could somebody as noble as he be climbing stairs, and how could he possibly be squatting here in such a wretched state?
The man's breathing was becoming more and more rapid, as if he had difficulty breathing, as though he'd pass out at any moment.
Xia Wan'an could no longer afford to speculate, and hurriedly rushed down the stairs.
"Sir, you..."
After uttering just these three words, Xia Wan'an stopped cold.
