His skin was pale and flawless, his features sharp with a hint of coldness. His dark, deep eyes glinted with indifference.,But seeing him leave, there was no joy on his face, instead, a sense of weariness and even worry appeared on his haggard features.,Jiang Zebei glanced at his arm, which was pinched and now stained crimson. His blue shirt had become a small patch of gloom.。