Yang Ruxin discovered that although the person was shrouded in darkness, at this moment, beneath that disheveled hair, two eyes were surprisingly bright.
Locking eyes with him fearlessly, Yang Ruxin suddenly perceived a mix of questioning, discontent, and hope in his gaze.
Could it be that he was pleading for them to rescue him?
Despite being unsure of the man's identity, the eye contact confirmed that he was indeed a man.
After they had stared at each other for a while, Yang Ruxin stood up straight from Gu Qingheng's embrace and slowly walked over.
Gu Qingheng hurriedly followed, assuming an attacking stance.
"Senior," Yang Ruxin would not take risks and thus stood at a spot the person could not reach even if he stretched out his hand from behind the iron bars, "May I ask who you are? How did you end up here?"
The man shrouded in darkness did not speak, just looked at her.
Yang Ruxin slightly furrowed her brow but did not back down, continuing to meet his gaze directly.