Jiang Wang had no choice but to face what was in his heart. True, his body was terribly weak and his limbs exhausted, but he could surely manage to open his eyes and take in his surroundings. He kept his mind occupied with all sorts of random questions, refusing to let it rest. In truth, it was a form of escape.
Because he did remember those eyes. He knew who had saved him...
Who it was.
He had always been a man of strong convictions, someone who knew what he wanted to do and what he did not. But he had to admit that meeting again under these circumstances left him at a loss as to how to face her, especially after she had just saved his life...
But he had to face her eventually.
Yuzhen stood beside the bed with her hands clasped behind her back, leaning forward.
Her monk's hat concealed her hair, and a half-face mask painted with a Bodhi branch covered her nose and lips. Yet her eyes, alluring beyond compare, were left completely exposed, displaying their beauty without restraint.
Just like that, she watched his face.
It was a face that had begun to develop sharper angles, mercilessly weathered by the world's trials, yet still retaining the clear, youthful look it had once had.
His brow was calm, imbued with a quiet strength.
Long, fine lashes hung still, as if hiding the thoughts in his heart.
Making one all the more eager to discover what lay beneath.
What sort of feelings did this young Prodigy, watched by all the world and branded "in league with the devils" by the strongest empire of the age, harbor when alone?
How did he face his pain? How did he fight his sorrow?
His lashes quivered, then lifted.