Yes, although she had seen him many times with his mask on, she still had a vague image of him in her mind.
A rough appearance.
But the photo that was sent, didn't quite match the person she imagined in her mind.
She didn't feel any sense of disappointment or lack thereof because that's never what she valued.
Just that after receiving the photo, it felt as if she had settled a wish of hers.
The fire licked up the photo, burning it bit by bit, with the edges curling up, blackening, and turning into ashes.
The wind blew in, swept it around, and carried the ashes out.
A week later, the people involved in the van attack had been caught; they were desperados, specializing in doing reckless things for those above them.
Although they weren't the masterminds, once they were caught, Ruan Yiyi still coldly said over the phone:
"Feed them to the dogs alive."
A pack of fierce Tibetan Mastiffs had long been eagerly awaiting a meal.
