Yan Xiao'er suppressed her inner turmoil and stepped into the inner hall. Several figures in black remained scattered throughout the room.
Though these men were dressed identically, even sharing similar heights and builds, Yan Xiao'er was able to distinguish one individual from the rest by his eyes.
She could tell his gaze was different; it lacked the stern or murderous aura of the others, and within his cold, piercing eyes, there lingered a faint, infinitesimal trace of warmth.
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