"What are you doing? Why don't you bring him back?" The elder's voice was old and rich.
"He is so pitiful." Under the dim light, a young man's voice was weak and cold.
The elder shook his head, "A disobedient, bad angel should pay the due price."
Then he turned around and disappeared into the dim light, leaving behind a man dressed all in black with a black gauze covering his face squatting under the cold night sky.
The cold wind blew up the veil, slightly revealing her fair skin and those extremely deep silver eyes.