Chapter 105: The Enigmatic Man with Almond Eyes

When the man suddenly collapsed, a silver briefcase fell beside him.

Startled, Anran quickly called out, "Grandpa, come help! Someone's fainted!"

Hearing his granddaughter's voice, Grandpa An, who was preparing dinner inside, hurried out. To his surprise, he saw a long-haired figure lying on the ground.

When Anran tried to lift the person, she found them unexpectedly heavy. In the end, it took both her and her grandfather working together to carry the stranger into the yard.

Just as they set the person down, the one they thought was unconscious suddenly spoke, startling Anran.

"Did you just cook braised fish and sweet and sour pork ribs?"

The voice was clear and pleasant, but it was unmistakably male. No wonder he'd been so heavy.

Grandpa An was taken aback for a moment before praising, "What a keen sense of smell! They just came out of the oven!"

The man raised his head, revealing a strikingly handsome face with distinct Eastern features. His long hair framed a pair of almond-shaped eyes that slanted upward elegantly, giving him an air of timeless charm.

Anran was stunned by his appearance, but her surprise was short-lived. The next moment, a loud growl erupted from the man's stomach, and Anran realized with a mix of amusement and disbelief that he'd fainted from hunger…

Grandfather and granddaughter exchanged glances, then looked at the man's pitiful expression. Without hesitation, they decided to invite the stranger to stay for dinner.

The dining room was a scene of absolute chaos. The man devoured the food as if he hadn't eaten in days, prompting Grandpa An to cook two more bowls of noodles.

After finishing the meal, the man straightened up and spoke with a formal tone, "Thank you for your hospitality. My name is Murong Mingyue. May I know how to address my saviors?"

The man who had just moments ago been ravenous now exuded an aura of grace and charm, as if he'd undergone a transformation. Both Anran and her grandfather were momentarily speechless.

Anran was the first to recover. "I'm Anran, and this is my grandfather. Mr. Murong, it's just a simple meal. No need to be so formal."

Murong Mingyue said solemnly, "To be honest, I've been in Rosewood Town for three days and haven't found a single restaurant. The townspeople seem to ignore my existence. If it weren't for your kindness, I might have starved to death on the streets. Is there anything I can do to repay you for saving my life?"

Though Murong Mingyue spoke in an archaic and formal manner, Anran understood perfectly. The man had gone without food for three days…

It was true that Rosewood Town had no restaurants, and its residents were notoriously unwelcoming to outsiders. Coupled with Murong Mingyue's unusual attire and speech, it was no surprise he'd been treated coldly.

At that moment, Grandpa An suddenly asked, "Strangers rarely come to this town, young man. What brings you here?"

Murong Mingyue replied, "In answer to your question, sir, I'm here to find someone…"

Suddenly, his almond eyes narrowed, and a sharp glint flashed in them. He murmured, "This house… It seems something sinister has been here recently…"

Something sinister? Could he be referring to bloodkin? Anran's heart skipped a beat, and her palms grew clammy.