Mirror?
What does this mean?
After saying this, Huang Que clicked away in her high heels without looking back.
The sound gradually faded away, disappearing at the turn of the stairwell, and all was quiet again.
Liu Feng was also bewildered for quite a while before poking Lin Xian's arm:
"Lin Xian, who is this woman? Why does it feel like I can't understand a single word she's saying... I'm certain it's Chinese, but she always seems to shy away from the question, going round in circles."
"The Riddler," Lin Xian summarily concluded:
"She's a pure Riddler, the kind Batman ought to take out."
"Has she always been like this?" Liu Feng looked at Lin Xian with a sympathetic gaze.
"Well... I wouldn't know about that."
Lin Xian shook his head:
"I've only seen her twice before, and the total time we've met doesn't even add up to 10 minutes."
?
Liu Feng half-opened his eyes in disbelief, looking at Lin Xian:
"Really? You've only met twice?"
