"How did your eyes turn red?"
Ye Qianning's voice was filled with disbelief. The barrier in his eyes was still there, which meant he still couldn't see colors.
"Aren't they beautiful?"
Sang Zhi's magnetic voice was gentle and soft, without a trace of its earlier iciness.
"They're beautiful."
With a face like his, it didn't matter if his eyes were gray or red. He would be shockingly beautiful even if he were blind.
Sang Zhi's red lips curled into a smile. "As long as you like them."
That one smile shocked even Du Yi, who had been by his side for many years. It was a gentle, peaceful smile—the smile of a completely normal person.
The first floor was unnaturally silent. Everyone stared at the scene in shock.
The stunningly handsome man's smile seemed to make everything else pale in comparison. It was almost beyond description—too beautiful, too alluring.
