随着一声清越的笛音响起，青玉一般的女子轻轻推开那扇雕花木门。这所宅第虽已破败不堪，但那股若有若无的檀香却让她心神一动。

“小姐且慢下楼。”

一个清冷的男声在身后响起，女子转过身去， see him in the eyes. His gaze was as cold as winter’s ice, yet there was something soft in it, like the touch of winter wind on her cheek.

The girl’s heart skipped a beat. She had heard so many stories about this man, but never imagined that she would meet him again.

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice tinged with disbelief.

A soft chuckle escaped from behind her. “Not much,” he replied evenly. “Just reminding you of the last time we met.”

Her brows furrowed. “The last time?”

“A week ago,” he said simply, his eyes never leaving hers. “In the garden.”

She clenched her fists. “You don’t have to act like that every time I come near you!”

He stepped closer, his presence somehow able to disarm even the most stubborn woman. “Do you remember what happened last time?”

“No!” she exclaimed, her mind racing.

“Your sister,” he mentioned her choice of words, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “And the man who left town just days before.”

Her eyes widened in horror. “Oh no!”

He dipped his head slightly. “I told you I wouldn’t let you forget.”

She could feel the familiar stab of fear course through her body. “You…”

“Your brother,” he cut off, his tone firm yet calm. “And your fiancée—well, I suppose she’s gone now too.”

The words left her mouth before she could stop them. “No! He’s alive!”

He reached out a hand, surprisingly warm for the man she had once thought was dead. “I know you’re still holding onto some illusions,” he said softly.

She gasped, but there was no time to protest. The moment between them seemed to blur into a tender embrace. As they broke apart, her heart was a tangled mess of emotions—mixed with both relief and sorrow.

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