Outside the gas station, the black rain continued to pour as Gao Yuan ordered his team members to grab useful objects and move them indoors.
Yun Huan stood in a dark corner, oblivious to everyone else. He remained quiet and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. His slender fingers grabbed onto the cigarette as smoke lingered around him. In the dark, the smoke shrouded his handsome face.
"Heh," Yun Huan exhaled as his indifferent peach eyes became even colder. He continued to stare out at the black rain as the pitiful and innocent youth's face, the one that resembled a cat, suddenly appeared in his mind and disrupted his thoughts.
He extinguished the cigarette and recalled the youth's gentle smile towards Yang Qingtian. He had never seen such a gentle and warm smile before.