The book in his hand had several pages ruffled by the wind. Ou Yanan frowned slightly, pressed the pages down with his palm, and turned to close the window.
He placed the book down with one hand and reached out to close the window with the other.
A voice suddenly appeared behind him: "Have you really lost your memory?"
Someone was there! Ou Yanan quickly turned around and stepped back when he saw a person standing behind him, stopping in his tracks, yet he didn't cry out.
The man standing in front of him looked to be in his twenties, about the same age as him. His hair was so oily black, it seemed as if it had been soaked in oil—black and shiny. He was dressed entirely in tight black clothing, with a black leather jacket on top. Both hands wore black leather gloves, and he had black athletic hiking shoes on his feet.
His figure was tall and his limbs agile. The tension in the tight clothing hinted at muscular arms and legs full of strength.
