Lu Hanbing's gaze bore a hole into Hirvan's body with its intensity. He observed every inch of his face, ensuring that Hirvan was the one standing there and not someone else.
How many times he had mistaken strangers for him? He had been so heartbroken over the past few months that the backs of most young men seemed to him like Hirvan's.
Those azure eyes he had missed so much were sitting in red-rimmed eye sockets, puffed up from crying not long ago. His sharp eyes scanned Hirvan's body, noticing that he had lost weight severely. His once-red hair had turned black and had lost its lustre.
After seeing Hirvan like this, Lu Hanbing felt a flicker of grim satisfaction rise in his heart.
Yes, Hirvan was also torn apart from being away from them. Look at him, obviously, he hadn't had it easy there.
