The night was as dark as ink. Fu Yingzhi pressed her slender fingers against her throbbing temples, her mind filled with the image of the uninvited guest she had encountered at the clinic earlier that day.
The man, clad in an indigo robe, possessed a gentle, jade-like countenance and carried himself with the refined air of a noble scion. No one would ever associate him with the bloodthirsty gamblers found in the dens of the city.
"A face can be known, but not a heart," the young woman sighed, her brow furrowing as she gazed at the gold-filigreed hair accessory he had left behind.
Chapter 60