Wildfire

——All wrong paths lead me to you. For the first time in his life, Xiang Huan saw a man in prison uniform up close. He had the same stubby hair, couldn't put his hands in his pockets casually, and didn't smile at the corners of his mouth. But the look in Xiang Huan's eyes was exactly the same. Straightforward, hot, with a wildfire hidden in his eyes.