With just one glance, that figure, that complexion, Weilan recognized him—it was Lu Hechen!
He was descending the library stairs, facing the sunlight, and as he looked up, it shone down on him.
That face, expressionless, quite ordinary—if it weren't for his tall stature and the subtle air of authority he exuded, he would have looked just like a stranger.
Weilan stood there, motionless for a long time. She felt so uneasy, so nervous.
Inexplicably, she pressed her lips together tightly, gazing at him, their eyes meeting.
Lu Hechen saw her too, and he walked toward her.
Weilan's heart pounded like a drum.
Unconsciously, she lowered her head and clenched her sweaty hands out of nervousness.
Lu Hechen approached her, and a faint scent of tobacco enveloped her, a familiar aroma!
It was strange; she'd smelled it only a few times, yet it already felt familiar!
