At this loud cry, everyone turned to look outside the door. Ran Yan also paused and lifted her gaze toward the door.
The morgue door was half-open, with blinding light pouring in, making it only possible to see the tall figure of the newcomer, dressed in a moon-white gown with wide sleeves. The gown's collar and cuffs were embroidered with silver cloud patterns on dark blue brocade.
"Liulang," the County Chief said.
The man walked in slowly, followed by an old man carrying a box. As he moved away from the glaring light outside, Ran Yan could see his face clearly. The man was about twenty-six or twenty-seven, with distinct angular features, deep black eyes, and a fair and clean complexion. Yet, he did not have the gentle demeanor of Southern people. He flicked his wide sleeves, approaching the County Chief with an air as steady as Mount Tai.
When he stood beside the County Chief, he was indeed a head taller than his brother.
