Lu Fengxuan's steps came to an abrupt halt. Her cold almond-shaped eyes suddenly lifted to look down the hallway ahead.
Her hands, hanging loosely by her sides, began trembling uncontrollably.
She saw the tall figure ahead, his back facing her. His shoulders slouched slightly, and his short silver-gray hair stood out conspicuously.
From his silhouette alone, the man exuded a restrained yet silent aura.
Despite the attention-grabbing hair, his presence carried an air of darkness, as if content to remain hidden in the shadows.
"Fengxuan."
Xun Xizhi noticed Lu Fengxuan staring at the man and moved closer, lowering his voice to ask, "What's wrong? Is he someone you know?"
Beside them, Song Sixuan's steps paused. For some inexplicable reason, a wave of unease surged in her heart.
Song Sixuan walked forward, casually slipping her arm around the man's, her tone intimate as she asked:
