It was unclear how long had passed before Rong Jing finally came to his senses.
He said, "This is the first time I've realized, you have a pair of phoenix eyes."
Rong Jing suddenly realized that he had never really looked at Song Zhi's appearance before.
Because to him, Song Zhi was not merely a cold blade in the hands of an emperor. Although Song Zhi positioned himself this way, Rong Jing did not think so.
He was not just a blade but an arm, a part of himself.
People don't idle themselves in observing what their arms look like, so he had never paid attention to any of it.
Until now, one of Rong Jing's "arms" had lost a finger. Only then did he realize his fingers were full of fine lines, and there was a small mole in the center of his palm...
Song Zhi still had a slight smile on his lips, his gaze gentle. He had various other wounds on his body, but those were unimportant.
He couldn't comprehend what was in Rong Jing's mind and could only remain silent.
