Even if this wasn't a trap Chaisi had set for Fu Tailan, one look at "David's" expression was enough to tell him who "David" really was.
In all of Blackmoor City, there was only one person who seemed immune to life's blows. No matter how shocking, painful, or tragic the event, it was as if it couldn't touch his flesh, but merely floated, insubstantial, in the mist surrounding him.
Upon realizing he'd walked into a trap, "David's" eyes widened just a fraction. A moment later, that flicker of surprise vanished, swallowed again by the fog.
He sighed softly and said, "So, big sister isn't dead after all. How nice."
Han Liuyue couldn't help but snort. "Who wants to be your big sister."
'This Fu Tailan… there was truly nothing about him that wasn't repulsive.'
