Dark alley,
Xiao Hong reached out, and the blind man groped his way over.
The blind man, aged and frail, his shriveled hands trembled incessantly as he held Xiao Hong's hand, stroking her palm lines back and forth, his expression gradually turning strange.
After a pause,
he spoke sincerely, slowly:
"Miss, could you let me feel your face?"
Xiao Hong raised an eyebrow, instinctively glanced at Fang Zheng, who remained expressionless beside her, then rolled her eyes speechlessly and stepped forward.
"Stop pretending! Go ahead!"
"Thank you."
The blind man bowed in gratitude, reached out to feel for where Xiao Hong's face was, and then suddenly paused, exclaiming:
"Dragon Eye Wind Neck, Strange Appearance Moon, miss's face..."
"Remarkably noble!"
"Hmm?" Xiao Hong was taken aback, turned to glance at Fang Zheng, her eyes flickering:
"Blind man, if you think a few flattering words will let you off the hook, you're mistaken. Others have said the same thing to me before."
