Delphine saw him standing under the sycamore tree, his features handsome and refined, standing against the wind, his gaze carrying a faint complexity.
She hadn't planned to meet him, but she understood this man's personality. If he kept waiting outside and Ignatius Leclair found out, that man's stubbornness would flare up. Not only would he accuse her of being flirtatious, but he'd also fall out with Jocelyn Yeager. On Chinese New Year's Eve, such things were truly vexing.
"I never expected that upon your return to Nanyang, you'd stay at the Leclair Residence," Jocelyn said with a faint smile. His words, however, were sharp, his usual gentle and jade-like demeanor completely absent, replaced by a decisive and cutting edge in his expression.
Delphine looked at his familiar yet distant face, feeling a slight pang of nostalgia. Perhaps time is the cruelest sculptor, mercilessly destroying and reshaping every trace of a person's likeness.
