I kept my light sword and gun. Then, I studied the guy in front of me. He should be about six feet tall.

He turned around to face me, revealing a handsome face.

His eyebrows and eyes were shaped like a Western European’s, with a pair of dark purple eyes that felt mysterious and estranged, like an earl in an ancient castle deep in the woods.

He glanced at me coldly and said, “Move.”

I moved aside and he walked up to the girl with long pink hair. He carried her and apologized, “I’m sorry. I came late.” His voice was gentle, a large contrast to when he’d spoken to me earlier. 

“It’s okay, Zi Yi,” the girl smiled and said. She measured me up and down from within his embrace. Her gaze was strange, and held a tinge...