The young man in black was silent. He quietly looked at that beautiful woman in front of him. She was the most beautiful person in his heart. At this moment, he wanted to hold her in his arms, but he couldn't.
"I hope you will have a happy life," he said.
"Wait. What's wrong with your face?" The woman saw that the skin close to his hair was faintly black, which was a sign of an ill omen.
"It's nothing." The man hurried back a few steps. His face was a strange blood-red color. "Take care of yourself."
He turned his head and began to leave.
"Zhao Yinghao, stop!" the woman shouted.
The man paused. He wanted to turn back but resisted. He bit his lip and left.
"What happened to you?" The woman's eyes faintly shed tears.
