The man's temperament was unlike Yixuan's, which was clear and gentle; nor was it similar to Yue Ning's, which was rough and bold.
He was restrained and reticent, with dark, deep eyes like an ancient well, unfathomable and devoid of ripples. His left face was marred by ugly scars, which made him somewhat terrifying. Invisibility, his presence grew heavier, prompting people to avoid him by three miles.
But when he looked at Yue Ning, aside from being impassive, there was a faint trace of confusion in his eyes. However, his face was too cold, and his emotions were too scarce for one to fathom his depth.
As Fourth Brother entered the room, he glanced at Yixuan on the kang bed, then at the dark figure on the ground, his thin lips uttered one word, "… Her?"
Yue Ning scowled, waving his hand impatiently in response, "I don't know either, I just pushed her a little, and she started playing dead."
