Master?
No, not Master.
Under the warm light, Mu Lin felt a moment of dizziness, but quickly came back to herself.
Master was no more, she had personally dug his grave, judged him, and buried him; Mu Lin hadn't thought of Master's face for a long time, yet today, she unexpectedly met someone who could make her feel dizzy this way.
There was only a slight resemblance between their looks; the world is full of similar faces, it was just a coincidence.
Mu Lin told herself.
Without giving it another thought, after a slight nod towards the other person, she started heading towards the hotel.
The middle-aged man watched Mu Lin's retreating figure, slightly stunned, his brows lightly furrowed.
Just now, he seemed to have seen pain and remembrance flash through this young girl's eyes; it felt like she was looking through him at someone else, or perhaps confusing him with someone she knows.