Tang Xiaonan was fair and had delicate skin, making her a mosquito magnet. Even when she wore long-sleeved shirts and pants, the mosquitoes could still bite her through the fabric. The mountain mosquitoes weren't large, but their bites were nasty. She had to be fully geared up whenever she went out at night, or she'd end up with a dozen incredibly itchy welts.
Jim Thorne carried Tang Xiaonan on his back, walking at a brisk pace. Tang Xiaonan kept waving the mugwort leaves, and they were surprisingly effective. The swarm of mosquitoes that had been circling over her head was gone.
"Jim, wait a second."
Tang Xiaonan patted Jim Thorne on the head to get him to stop. She had spotted Ulysses Spann. He was standing with his side profile facing her, and when she glanced over just now, she felt that his profile looked like someone's—it was an uncanny resemblance, someone she definitely knew.
"Jim, take a look. Who does Ulysses Spann look like to you?" Tang Xiaonan asked in a low voice.
