In the back seat of the sedan, Gu Jinzhi was fiddling with a deep-blue velvet jewelry box.
His fingertip rubbed over the box's delicate surface, and warmth spread uncontrollably across the corners of his mouth.
Though an entire day had passed, Gu Jinzhi still felt, in a daze, the soft, slightly cool touch of the person he had held in his arms and the lotus fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose. It all remained so vivid.
He could not help raising his left hand to cover his mouth and nose. Yet the familiar scent had long since faded from his palm.
The memory, however, remained fresh, as though it had happened only moments ago.
Coming back to himself, he hurriedly lowered his hand. He felt somewhat ashamed, somewhat guilty, and also somewhat unable to wait.
Looking at the bustling streets outside, Gu Jinzhi was eager to return to the Small Building at once.
Suddenly, an indescribable chill spread along his spine to the back of his head.
His back tensed in an instant, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
There was killing intent!
And... it was utterly unrestrained!
He made no unnecessary movement, merely placing the gift box back into the center storage compartment beside him.
Then, appearing not to care, he swiftly observed his surroundings through the reflections in the car window and rearview mirror.
The streets were bustling with traffic, and pedestrians streamed past like a woven tapestry. Everything was perfectly normal.
Yet that bone-chilling sensation clung to him like a maggot burrowing into bone, impossible to shake off.
Gu Jinzhi drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
His mind began racing.
The Zeng Family grandmaster protecting him had only left at noon today because of the incident at Yan Mountain...
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