Wedge
The man in plain clothes leaned back on the chair, his long eyelashes trembling slightly with his eyes closed tightly. There was pain and fatigue that was not easy to detect on his pale face. There was a quiet aura of terror in the air. The man in plain clothes sighed softly and murmured: "Why do you still feel lonely? It's so cold." Fear appeared on the man's face. Under the reflection of hundreds of candles and the flickering flames in the brazier in the gorgeous room, the beautiful beam like a god seemed a little twisted and terrifying. Suddenly, the man opened his eyes with a bang, and the previous expression on his face was wiped away, leaving only calm indifference on his pale face, but those eyes were cold and murderous. The man waved his sleeves, and hundreds of dancing flames were extinguished in an instant, and Ruoda's room suddenly fell into darkness. There were densely packed fire pots and candles on the ground, but the man paid no attention to them. He stepped forward one after the other, his body running as erratically as the wind for several feet. His white back was hidden in the heavy night, showing a strong expression of sadness.