They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
The eyes of people who loved battle were almost always filled with wildness.
The light in the eyes of those with complicated thoughts usually flickered uncertainly.
And the eyes of people in love would shine bright—especially when they saw the person they liked. Basically, they looked much the same as when they wanted to stab someone.
All along the way, Li Su had seen many eyes and encountered countless windows.
Proud ones, confident ones, reckless ones, foolish ones—too many to count.
But eyes like the ones before him? Other than in anime, this was absolutely Granny Liu entering the city—a first in his life.
Honestly, even though he had mentally prepared himself before coming in, the instant he truly saw them, he still couldn't help screaming holy fuck deep in his heart. It gave him a rather spine-chilling feeling.
What unique tastes?
What eccentric personality?
Why not just call her a pervert?
Watching the woman suddenly wrap Ning Wuxia in her arms, the deep, utterly profound love that flashed across her face where Ning Wuxia couldn't see it—and the abyss-like pupils she immediately turned on Li Su when her gaze met his—
Li Su calmly took two steps back on the surface, but inside, he nearly started cursing.
A yandere!
If she fit a template, she was either Yuno or Satou.
At that thought, Li Su nearly turned around and ran. Back when he watched anime, those two characters had left a deep impression on him—enough to make his scalp tingle.
Even with how exceptionally broad-minded he was about love, this particular category was something he truly didn't dare touch.
After all, Makoto's story was far too healing.
In truth, if she merely wanted to stab him, he would mind