Turning back, Han Shuo glanced at Lisa and saw her bright eyes filled with incredulous delight. Yet when Lisa saw his face, that delight suddenly turned to confusion. Her slender brows furrowed slightly as she warily studied Han Shuo's altered appearance.
Lisa had grown up. That was Han Shuo's first impression when he turned to look at her.
The willful, headstrong little girl of the past had blossomed into a graceful young woman with a slender figure. The tragedy that had befallen her family had matured her considerably, teaching her to be strong and work hard.
Looking at Lisa before him, Han Shuo's thoughts involuntarily returned to the past. He remembered the embarrassing incident when he had first arrived in this world and pretended to be a ghost to frighten her, and how she had used him for Necromancy experiments. A faint smile unconsciously curved his lips.
Lisa, who was studying him in confusion, suddenly brightened. "Brian, is that you?" she asked excitedly.
"It's not me!" Han Shuo answered instinctively, without thinking. The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake and shook his head with a wry smile.
Delight flashed through her eyes, only to be replaced by dejection. Lisa simply stared at Han Shuo, her gaze stubborn and reproachful. At some point, tears had filled her eyes, looking ready to spill at any moment.
"Ah..." After meeting her gaze for several seconds, Han Shuo sighed softly and asked with a wry smile, "How did you recognize me?"
At those words, the tears brimming in Lisa's eyes finally rolled down her smooth cheeks. The moment they fell, the stubborn Lisa suddenly crumpled. She burst into loud sobs and rushed into Han Shuo's arms in a few hurried strides, holding him tightly with all her strength, as though