Another Sunday in Beijing City, and He Lang still hadn't returned.
A little after nine, Wang Shumin arrived, but she wasn't alone. She had a man with her.
"Xue Yue, I'm so sorry. I left in such a hurry last time and didn't even get to say thank you."
Xue Yue shook her head. "Don't worry about it. The important thing is that you're all right."
Wang Shumin smiled at Xue Yue. "Oh, right, this is my older brother, Wang Qiming. He was just discharged from the army a couple of days ago. I wanted to bring him over to meet you."
Xue Yue studied the man. He looked to be about the same age as her own brother and was around six feet tall. He had a very short haircut, thick eyebrows, and deep-set eyes. Just standing there, he had an imposing presence.
Wang Qiming was sizing up Xue Yue as well. Just as his sister had said, they did look somewhat similar. He appraised her for a long moment, as if he were inspecting an object.
Meeting his gaze, Xue Yue felt a strange sense of displeasure.
