The man let go of her mouth.
Hua Jing blinked.
The cold night air swept back into her lungs like a slap, and her body tensed immediately. She stumbled back a step, her eyes scanning his figure. Her arms rose into a guarded stance. If it came to a fight—then so be it.
She was ready.
Her body might be tired, her heart barely holding on, but she was still Hua Jing.
But…
He didn't move.
He simply stood there. Silent. Still. Calm.
Watching.
After a few moments, his hand rose—slowly.
She flinched.
But again, there was no threat.
He reached for the mask that covered the lower half of his face.
With a swift tug, he pulled it down.
The moonlight caught the sharp line of his jaw, the familiar curve of his lips, and finally—those eyes.
Her breath caught.
That face—!
Her heart stilled for a beat before slamming wildly inside her chest.
Zhao Ling Xu.
She took a step back.
Her eyes widened in shock.
She stared at him like he was a ghost.
