In the dim vision, Xiao Qiao saw a pair of icy blue eyes, calm as the ocean at night, deep-set eyes—undeniably, these were the most profound eyes she had ever seen.
They weren't like Lu Bai's eyes, which could see through a person instantly, nor like Lin Jingsheng's, charming and dazzling, but carried a kind of implicit righteousness, as if the world within these eyes was peaceful, beautiful, and ideal.
Wesley said, "You've said it countless times."
"I used to just say it, but now I'm genuinely flattering you from the heart." Xiao Qiao was also very sincere, injured and pale, even looking haggard, yet it didn't affect her charm at all.
The two were so close that they could hear each other's steady heartbeat.
