The footsteps came out of nowhere.
Ran Xueyi, Prince Francisco, and the other man turned around to glance behind them. A man in an attire that was a mix of a military uniform and a business suit emerged out from the darkness. His shiny shoes made a crisp sound against the marbled ground.
His tall figure easily overwhelmed the prince and his friend even though he was still walking towards them. His presence could not even compare to any men that Ran Xueyi met in the past. Well, there was one man who could. However, Ran Xueyi didn't think that man would come here. There was no reason for him to attend the ball.
The man continued to walk towards them. His bauta full-faced feathered mask covered his face, making him be shrouded with mystery. His dark hair as ink was long and tied in a white silk ribbon before the tail of his hair fell gently on his left shoulder.
