Although Ji Qiutang seemed capricious, as if his previous pause was just an unintentional gesture, Bi Xia still sensed something was wrong.
Her starry eyes half-narrowed, deeply fixed on Ji Qiutang. Those starry eyes, with pupils like obsidian, appeared to contain an endless night sky. At a glance, they were shimmering starry brilliance, and the occasional flowing azure was more like the Galaxy in the night sky, captivating and reluctant to leave.
The depth and darkness within, accompanied by the lazy half-closed eyelids, though seemingly a sinister smile, contained such coldness and indifference, akin to a perspective glass, rendering one transparent under those starry eyes, with no secrets, exposing one's filth and ugliness without concealment.
