His eyes were still closed, his black hair looked thick and cold in the night, his face was as pale as the moonlight, and the blood vessels under his eyes were clearly visible. He looked like he was in his twenties or thirties, and his figure was thin, but his body was surprisingly strong. He was wrapped in a tattered dark green jacket. He took a deep breath, and the cold air rushed from the trachea to the entire chest. When the temperature in the lungs rose again, the cold air turned into a white mist and floated in the air. The young man slowly opened his eyes. His brown eyes were clear and delicate, as if they were filled with tears.