Not long after, Wei Nian arrived.
He wore a grey, round-collared robe. He was in his early thirties, with a fair complexion and a scholarly air. He had not changed much from Nan Xueyin’s memories, except that there was no blood splattered across his face today, only a small scar along his jawline.
After a single glance, Nan Xueyin quickly lowered her eyes.
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