The man's gaze was locked tightly on Zuo Xiangning.
His tensed jaw revealed his nervousness and anticipation.
Zuo Xiangning's eyes faltered, glancing twice around his mask before responding, "Then you might as well not take it off."
The man let out an almost inaudible sigh, stood up, and walked towards the door.
That evening, Zuo Xiangning ate half a bowl of rice and strolled around the boat twice, feeling much better.
In the middle of the night, having laid in bed for several days with not a hint of sleepiness, Zuo Xiangning kept her wide, round eyes staring at the ceiling, watching the shimmering reflections that danced like water ripples, thinking about everything that had happened over the past year—it all seemed like a dream.
Having been given a second chance at life, she surely couldn't spend her days in constant vigilance, right?
What must she do to deal with all these people who wanted to harm her?
Suddenly, there was a sound of scattered footsteps outside.
