The two men were both disheveled, but Liu Xiang, for some reason, found the men in green uniforms particularly amiable and handsome right now. When the one at the front came closer, despite his face being covered in dust and sweat, those eyes, narrow and black as ink like strokes of an ink painting, carried an indescribable grace and charm. Liu Xiang felt that if those eyes were to glance directly at her, her very soul might be ensnared.
Following behind Yao Ziye, Li Juntao noticed a woman swooning over their dirt-covered leader and couldn't help but admire the endless charm of the leader. His gaze moved forward and recognized an old classmate. Right then, the leader walking in front of him suddenly halted.
Li Hanxiao was not just sweaty; her breathing was labored. The constant pressure, intermittent breaths, and extreme tension made her face turn crimson like a ripe lychee.
