Water droplets clung to his long eyelashes, catching the bioluminescence of the river like tiny diamonds.
He didn't look injured. He didn't look panicked. He looked like a water nymph rising from a mythical spring to tempt mortals into drowning.
Mo Wuchen, the Shadow Assassin. Another one of Gu Zhiwei's crazy persuers.
Ji'an's heart almost stopped.
Not out of attraction, but out of sheer, unadulterated terror.
'The psycho!' Ji'an's inner voice screamed, her knuckles turning white on the handle of her spatula. 'He's the duck-petting psycho from before! What is he doing falling out of the sky?!'
Mo Wuchen blinked, looking around at the circle of half-naked, utterly bewildered teenage boys staring at him with their mouths hanging open.
A slow, dazzlingly beautiful smile spread across his face. It was a smile so gentle, so disarmingly innocent, it felt like a warm breeze.
