Lu Cheng stopped walking entirely, his breath catching in his throat.
That hair.
That particular shade of silver-white that looked like moonlight made solid, like frost given form.
There was only one bloodline in the entire country that produced that distinctive coloring. In their entire social circle, across all the elite families they associated with, that hair was a signature, a calling card, an unmistakable marker of identity.
The Lu family.
His family.
More specifically, his brother's family, the genetic trait that had manifested strongly in his younger brother Lu Yuze, and had been passed down with striking clarity to Lu Yuze's only child.
Lu Yuyan.
His niece.
The dying girl who'd spent twelve years fading away in hospital beds, too fragile to leave her room, too weak to attend family gatherings, hovering perpetually on the edge of death while her father watched helplessly and the rest of the family maintained an uncomfortable distance from the tragedy.
