The woman stood there without moving, her face cold as she stared at Ye Fan with eyes as sharp as blades.
Facing such an icy beauty, Ye Fan merely smiled indifferently. "If you want to know who I am, Senior, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"
"White Water!"
The woman's voice carried not the slightest trace of emotion.
"White Water?" Ye Fan froze for a moment, then laughed. "Senior, you really came up with that name rather casually!"
Their gazes met once more.
"Are you an undercover agent at the Daimyo's Residence, Senior, or are you carrying out some special mission?" Ye Fan asked casually.
The woman had no intention of answering. Instead, she asked, "What is your relationship with Itachi Uchiha?"
"None. I don't know him!" Ye Fan answered decisively.
The woman did not believe him. "Who exactly are you?"
"Senior, didn't you recognize me?" Ye Fan smiled and fixed his eyes on hers again. "Then again, I was quite young at the time. Perhaps your consciousness was already unclear back then."
"You know me?"
The woman was stunned.
She looked Ye Fan up and down, yet she had no impression of him whatsoever.
If she had not seen the Konoha forehead protector he wore, she might have directly forced a confession out of him.
"Looks like I need to jog your memory, Senior."
Ye Fan suddenly stood up. His gaze left the woman and drifted toward the scenery beyond the pavilion as he said leisurely,
"On that dark and windy night long ago, a young girl was captured by a man wearing a spiral mask. Those icy chains seemed as though they were about to tear her soul away. Perhaps knowing she was about to die, the girl murmured, 'Itachi, save me...'"
Whoosh!
Before Ye Fan could finish, the