The man was very tall and somewhat familiar, at first glance one might mistake him for Guo Feirong. But upon closer inspection, it was clearly someone else. This man stood tall and straight, hands tucked into his pockets. Even though he was just standing there simply, he exuded an overwhelming aura that Guo Feirong did not have.
Yin Feng could now clearly make out the man's features. His facial features were still handsome, especially his deep-set eyes. The passage of time had not left many traces on his face, but in comparison with the young man in Yin Feng's memory, his edges were more distinctly carved, his features more solid and three-dimensional, and his temperament much more reserved.
Thirteen years!
