It had clearly been a very powerful country, the once world-famous Silk Road, but it had disappeared in a single night.
Under the setting sun, she raised her head to look at him. He was tall and his deep black eyes were long and narrow. His facial features were as if they had been carved, and the lines were clear. However, there were some faint scars on the left side of his face. It seemed to be getting lighter and lighter with the passage of time, but she still noticed it!
His deep eyes were like a pool of lake water, so calm that there were no waves. The moment he squinted, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, but it gave people a sense of oppression. The aura he had just now instantly turned into a sense of danger.
"How may I address you?" She asked in a low voice, but her tone was more respectful.
After thinking about it, she still asked for his name. After all, she didn't know his name, and it was obviously impolite to talk like this.
