C280 A Strange Movement

"Who am I, exactly?"

When Feng Yuelan posed the question, Han Yi simply offered a faint smile and took a seat.

Feng Yuelan might not have remembered Han Yi, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about the man before him. He had been on the receiving end of a spectrum of attitudes from Han Yi since his arrival. If not for the presence of the Young Lord