C839 You Are the Light That Redeemed Me

After the youth walked out of the empty alley, the bright street light fell on his face.

The youth stood under the dim street light. His hair was jet-black and had a faint luster to it. The skin around his neck was as delicate as porcelain.

A gentle breeze blew. The youth gently turned his head. What kind of face was that?

The devilish peach blossom eyes flickered with a cold light