“Are you Ms. Lin Wanxing?”
His voice was a little deeper than the one in the movies, with a real, tactile quality, like the gentle plucking of a cello string.
I looked up sharply and met his amber eyes. Up close, I could make out a faint mole at the corner of his eye and the delicate shadow his eyelashes cast beneath his eyelids.
“...I am.” My voice was a little hoarse. “Are you... Mr. Shen?”
He sat down across from me and took off his mask and hat.
The face I’d seen countless times on the big screen was now right in front of me, completely unobstructed. His skin was a little fairer than it looked onscreen. He had a high nose bridge, beautifully shaped lips, and a clean, sharply defined jawline. He was thinner than he appeared in the movies, but more real. So real that I could see a shallow dimple appear in his left cheek when he pursed his lips.
