Walking down the corridor outside the ward, Manman had taken only a few steps when she saw a group of people emerging from the elevator, among whom two clad in green were particularly conspicuous.
Manman stopped in her tracks, too late to turn and hide, and she wondered how they could have arrived here—by coincidence or with a purpose in mind. Face to face, she met the approaching figure of Elder Yao.
As Yao Ziye neared her, he removed his hat, which bore a few drops of rain, tucking it under his arm to reveal his handsome and highly arresting face.
Elder Yao, wherever he stood, became a striking presence that attracted countless gazes. But today, Elder Yao's handsome features held a detachment; his usually flawless beauty carried a cold edge, with a touch of rugged masculinity, causing those who looked his way to hurriedly avert their eyes upon sensing an unwelcoming air.
