rapped around his body, palm outward, blocking the face of this body.The palm was holding a fist made of white bones, the back of his hand pressed against his face.The touch is icy cold.Yet, his heart...ght lift of his wary eyelids, all present felt themselves being scrutinized and instinctively became more deferential. Eyes on the nose, nose on the heart.Even those as free-spirited as Xu Xiangqian,...