บท 499: Section 499: The Eagle Flies, The Rabbit Dies

The night was thick and heavy.

The figure turned, revealing an unforgettable face under the cloak of darkness. Calling him handsome would seem slightly effeminate, and charming would not be quite fitting.

Standing in the darkness, you could gaze at the depths and solitude of the night, but often failed to notice the man whose soul is as profound as the night itself.

Such a person appeared ordinary. That was the first impression he gave. But when he turned to look at you, you would find yourself overturning all of your initial judgments.

All because of his eyes.

He had eyes that were filled with grand ambitions.

You only truly recognized him as a charismatic man when you looked into those eyes!

Many dreamed grand dreams, but in the rush of reality, they gradually lost themselves in the torrents of desire, their ambitions fading away.

But his aspirations seemed to grow more resolute in the midst of winter night darkness and secular melancholy.