A short walk down the path brought a pavilion into view, where a shadowy figure waited. Steeling herself, she quickened her pace. At the sound of her approach, Qiao Yiliang stepped forward to meet her. "Xiao Yu…" The unearned familiarity in his tone grated on Shi Yu. "My name is Shi," she said, her voice sharp. He still bore a faint resemblance to the man in the photograph, the shadow of his young