Song Zhi Nian's gaze moved from Nan Ze to Mu Jin Huan. The two men, both outwardly calm yet harboring turbulent undercurrents, had identical dark eyes—the former was calmer, while the latter, evidently concerned about his wife's emotions, hid the heaviness between his brows deeply.
When one possesses untouchable vulnerabilities, they become more timid.
His gaze passed over Shen Zhimei, who was bowed and lost in thought, and finally rested upon Nan Wan's face, whose delicate features had dominated the entertainment headlines for half a year. She didn't have the anticipated unease.
Indeed, she was Nan Ze's sister, her innate resilience unwavering.
Always, she had wielded a scalpel, rescuing patients from Ghost Gate and bringing them back to life as Doctor Nan.
Yet last night, she had held a military knife, plunged it into someone's heart, watched as the breathing weakened bit by bit, watched the person depart this world…'a murderer'.
