Behind Qingfeng Temple.
A gentle breeze blew, carrying a creeping chill. The late-November weather had turned frigid, and patches of white frost could even be seen in some places.
In a corner, a camellia tree bloomed, its blossoms a brilliant, vivid red, as if they didn't belong in this world of perpetual gray mist.
"What's wrong with the mark?" Lin Hui stood up, stretched his body, and walked over to the camellia tree.
The breeze plucked a fiery red camellia blossom and sent it drifting toward him. He gently caught it in his hand.
"Some things are better left not understood. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss."
"Who... who are you, really?" Mingxia was now beginning to doubt her own judgment of Lin Hui.
That so-called background file was too perfect, too ordinary. His family, friends, and even the details of his past were all recorded in meticulous detail.
A personal file that was so exhaustive, so complete, so perfect... it looked fake.
