Chapter 33

The man stood still as a painting.

As Ayesha approached him, she stopped short with a start.

It was because the evil spirit’s profile, glimpsed for an instant, was rarely expressionless.

She had only ever seen his mouth with its usual crooked smile, so facing a face from which all expression had vanished, sunk in some brooding thought, was unfamiliar.

His impression had changed completely.

Heavy and deep enough to take her breath away.

So he could give off such an atmosphere.

Somehow, that expression seemed to suit him better……?

But the evil spirit’s blank face vanished in the blink of an eye.

The man, noticing her presence, quickly pulled up the corners of his mouth.

The night wind was cold.

Ayesha wrapped the shawl around her chilly shoulders.

Even though they had both been in their bedrooms, at least she had brought a warm shawl—the evil spirit was in…