He was wearing a dark suit, his brow creased with a coldness that seemed deeper than before. He appeared more mature and composed, but also a touch melancholic.,From her side, Huo Mingzheng walked past without a trace, subtly twitching the corner of his lips.,Fu Jing's throat felt sore and bitter, a breath stuck in his lungs for a long while before he finally let out a soft "Hmm."。