A Pequena Sedutora dele

On the day Meng Huaijin went to Nancheng to fetch Shu Wan, the city was engulfed in a torrential downpour.

“How long has she been like this?” the orderly beside Meng Huaijin asked.

By the window, the girl sat hugging her knees in a posture of self-protection, quietly watching the rain outside. A breeze brushed her hair, revealing a delicate yet lifeless face; she seemed oblivious even as the hem of her white dress was soaked by the rain.

The only remaining steward of the Shu family sighed deeply. “Miss has been like this for a week now. She witnessed her parents’ suicide with her own eyes, and since then, she hasn’t spoken a word.”

“Is it still possible to send a girl her age to the orphanage?” The deep, authoritative male voice was different from the orderly’s.

Hearing these words, Shu Wan’s gaze, which had been fixed on the sky, shifted minutely. Mechanically, she sought the source of the voice.

The man was very tall, his long black trench coat open in the storm. His presence was powerful and oppressive. In his slender, pale hand he held a black umbrella. Beneath it, his face was sharply defined, his eyes colder than the rain.

Shu Wan had seen him before.

When she was younger, she had once visited the Meng family in North City with her mother and had accidentally wandered into his room.

Back then, in her childish ignorance, she’d seen a man in military uniform sleeping with his arm over his eyes and thought he was her father. She’d climbed onto the bed and laid her head on his arm to sleep.

When she awoke, she