"Hello, I'm Ren Wanxuan's grandfather."
Ren Qian was the first to speak, standing not far away, squinting slightly as he sized up Bai Lian, his aura as a person in a position of power feeling quite oppressive.
"Bai Lian." Bai Lian nodded at him, her tone lacking any discernible emotion.
Ren Qian watched her quietly, noting her school uniform was just like the other students', and even the hairpin on her head was handmade.
From head to toe.
Even her shoes were nothing out of the ordinary.
Everything about her resonated with the rundown, impoverished Purest Street.
Yet standing in the night, backed by a long staircase and a street lamp that wasn't even very bright, the quiet look she returned was like a mandrake growing on the cliffs of the night.
