Rong Ling's deep, magnetic voice resonated softly, leaving Feng Qing momentarily stunned. She gazed in confusion at the figure standing before her, slowly lifting her head to meet Rong Ling's pitch-black eyes, as cold and clear as midnight stars, yet captivatingly alluring.
Feng Qing instinctively blinked, quickly regaining her senses, staring wordlessly at the man standing before her, trying to take advantage of her muddled state to ask her identity.
"Prince, why have you come to stand before me?"
Rong Ling looked down at her from above, with a revolting spider on his face. Yet, when with her, he easily overlooked the spider on her face. Aside from the spider, this woman wasn't bad-looking.
Especially her eyes, brimming with spirit, akin to wild deer in the mountains, sometimes wild, sometimes capricious, sometimes gentle and obedient.
A pair of such spirited eyes can surpass any beautiful visage.
