Lord Nishimura, who had been unconscious, suddenly snapped awake.
The moment he opened his eyes, the scholarly air he had previously projected vanished instantly. His gaze became that of a viper—cold, damp, and malevolent.
"Who are you?" Lord Nishimura’s Mandarin was impeccable, and he seemed entirely unfazed by his current predicament.
Xie Jiuli’s slender fingers brushed the silver mask on her face, her lips curling slightly. "Who do you think I am, Lord Nishimura?"
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