Perhaps it was due to the light. Half of the young man's face was bathed in gray shadows, leaving only a few tiny bits of warm light trembling slightly on the thick and long eyelashes, like two small fans filled with golden light. As if he suddenly thought of something bad, the young man frowned his slender eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips formed a stubborn but extremely fragile arc in the darkness.
Inexplicably, an unprecedented fear arose in Xiao Luobai's heart. This fear was different from the helplessness and panic in the darkness when he was kidnapped as a child; it was also different from the deep regret and emotion after learning that Xia Ziyin died suddenly. This fear is accompanied by waves of heart-wrenching pain.
It was as if, with just one more glance, the young man would immediately be shattered to pieces before his eyes. Just like the fall of fashion, with the desolation and beauty of death, it disappeared in an instant...