Zhuang Yongzhi's werewolf ears (the decorations on his hood) twitched, and he turned around as if in slow motion. When he saw the person's face clearly, he suddenly forgot how to breathe. The phone in his palm grew hot, and the opening lines that had just been spinning in his head scattered like fallen leaves swept by an autumn wind.
"Y-You are..." His voice caught in his throat, carrying a slight, unconscious tremor. His werewolf claws instinctively clawed at the fuzz on his jacket, cold sweat beading between his fingers.
The person took two steps forward. The hem of the white shirt was lifted by the evening breeze, revealing a thin black ribbon tied in a loose knot around the waist of a light white long skirt. The streetlamp's light fell on his/her face, and the shadows cast by the eyelashes swayed gently with each step, like a butterfly resting on the eyelids.
Chapter 62