A man stood in the fog, backlit. The wind lifted the hem of his dark coat, revealing a silver pocket watch chain against the deep gray waistcoat beneath. The chain swayed gently with his steps, catching the light in tiny, icy glints. His jawline was sharp as if carved by a knife. A faint scar below his left eye ran from his cheekbone to his jaw, making his amber eyes seem even keener, as though they could see through the secrets hidden beneath anyone’s skin. Shen Yanzhi noticed a faint powder-burn mark on his knuckle. A dark pattern, barely visible at his cuff, looked like the emblem of some mysterious organization. This was the first time Shen Yanzhi had met Lu Shiyan.
