The background of the photo was a mountain forest without any traces of artificial work. A young man in a camouflage suit was lurking in the forest. His forehead was already wet with sweat, and most of his face was stained with some mud, but it did not affect his handsome and beautiful appearance. His eyes were half-squinted, and his sharp and cold gaze was frightening. It was as if he could fly out at any time and give a fatal blow. He bent over, one hand on the grass and the other on his waist, gripping the handle of the dagger. The dagger was already half out, and the cold light of the blade was chilling.
Yushi's eyes were fixed on the photo, and he did not come back to his senses for a few seconds. As a man, he had to admit that the person in the photo exuded a fatal charm that made people unable to look away.
