The man that was walking towards them had both his hands in his dark-colored pants. He was tall and slender and exuded a dangerous strength that was as strong as a panther.
He was completely different from the elegant and gentle Yi Fan. The man sported very short and sharp hair that was cut into an army cut. It exposed his cold and well-defined face completely.
People said that army cuts were the best test of a person's appearance. Every part of the man, from his facial features to his well-defined contours, all showed how handsome and unordinary he was.
He had a smile on his lips and looked dissolute and chic. However, his eyes were hiding a bloodthirsty coldness and hard glint if one looked closely enough.
Xia Yanran would never forget, even if this person turned into ashes.
Her fingers curled together instinctively as her fingernails sunk into her palms with hidden strength.