Wei Tianyang rose to his feet to chase after the figure, but at the corner, a woman with the appearance of a doctor exuded a captivating charm.
She appeared to be just over 30, her long hair pinned up behind her head, her eyebrows bold and full of vigor, yet her face was extremely tender. Beneath her white lab coat, she wore a tailored business suit, black tights wrapped around her legs, feet in matching flat shoes, hands clasped over her lower abdomen.
She stared at Wei Tianyang, drawing closer step by step, her eyes shining with a hint of golden light.
"Where are you going?" the woman asked.
Her voice was deep and husky, the magnetic tone characteristic of a mature woman—only, there was an undertone of hostility.
Wei Tianyang turned to confirm that the woman was indeed speaking to him.
"Going back," he said.
"Li Songyan told me about you. For the time being, you'll stay in the refugee camp," the woman said.
"I'm not a refugee," Wei Tianyang said.