Shen Shiqi tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "Since you've seen the person, I won't keep you any longer. Goodbye." He gave a perfunctory bow before stepping toward the exit. As his footsteps carried him outward, they faltered slightly. His gaze lingered briefly on the face of the girl peering out from nearby.
This girl—the one who had followed Xiao Junyan last night. Last night she'd worn a fox mask; today, without it, her face and those eyes held a faint, familiar quality.
Yet he rarely forgot faces. He didn't recall ever meeting this girl. So where did this sense of familiarity come from?
As he pondered, the young girl blinked her beautiful eyes and flashed an innocent, pure smile. It was precisely that smile that suddenly brought it all back to him.
It was her!
That cunning little fox of a girl from years ago!
