The onlookers all felt somewhat afraid to approach this scene, especially because Xiangzi didn't say a word, only his pitch‑black eyes glimmered with a faint light, making people instinctively shrink back. Yet a single pair of tiny shoes stepped across the snow and stopped before Xiangzi. Dai looked at the boy with some concern, hesitated for quite a while, then bit her lower lip and spoke:
"Mr. Adrian Box?"
Xiangzi lifted his head to look at the little girl. Her elder sister was standing just behind her, that blind young girl saying nothing, her hollow, lifeless gaze fixed on him.
Xiangzi glanced at the sword in his own hand, then at Dai before him. A faint doubt stirred in his heart—why had that person given him this sword? But he had no intention of asking. Given is given; now this sword was already his.
He only said quietly, "My name is Xiangzi."
"Mr. Xiangzi." The blind girl answered softly.
