At this time, Yan Wuluan seemed to be a little shorter than Jiang Jiamian. He looked like a young man, and he should have been at a high-spirited age.
But being in a foreign country as a hostage made his eyes look gray and dull.
Even the way he walks seems to be accustomed to hunched shoulders and slumped back, he is cautious and doesn't even dare to straighten his body.
It was obvious that his appearance was extremely handsome, but because of his unsatisfactory life, he had become sallow and thin.
But at this moment, his once lightless eyes were staring closely at the back of the man in red, as if they had not only secretly crawled onto the light, but also something else that was indistinguishable.
