It was a handsome face, with thick, dark brows, an upright nose, and slight, pursed lips. But upon closer examination, one would find that his features were distinctly different from Yin Feng's.
Why did she just think of Yin Feng when she laid eyes on this man lying down here?
The image of Yin Feng sleeping beside her on numerous occasions suddenly materialized in her mind. The figure in front of her almost overlapped with these memories.
The feeling of disbelief in her heart grew stronger.
She covertly observed the man without saying anything. Suddenly, she recalled a surveillance video that Yin Feng had once shown her.
Guizhou, a dripping eave, a man with his back to the camera, wearing Yin Feng's clothes and carrying his bag. His gait and posture fooled even Chen Feng and the others. But Yin Feng noticed something was off.
He was a substitute.
