But this kind of man, he loves doing these superficial things the most, because that old woman just likes this sort of thing. He looks like a gentleman, but who knows how filthy he is inside. Neo doesn't even want to glance at him again, irritably waving his hand: "Let's go."
The man nodded with a smile, turned around, and walked away leisurely, his tall and straight silhouette gradually receding.
Neo took a few steps, suddenly feeling something was amiss, as the striking face of a young girl gradually surfaced in his mind, coinciding with the man's face he had just seen. He was amazed to discover that their brows and eyes had a six or seven-part resemblance, especially the shape of their eyes, which was exactly identical.
How could there be people in the world who look so alike?
Neo never believed in coincidences. He quickly chased after the man, under the bright moon, the man's figure leaped off the deck, a breathtaking frost-colored beauty beneath the moonlight.
