Perhaps because it was the first time he had heard displeasure in that cool voice, a trace of warmth appeared in Mu Fan's eyes. He turned and saw Lu Qingxue stubbornly raising her head to look at him.
"Everything ahead is unknown. The chance of hope may be less than one in ten thousand. We may even be buried in the sea of stars. I can't gamble with your lives."
Mu Fan's voice was sincere, but Lu Qingxue merely blinked those limpid, watery eyes, her thin lips pressed together.
Though she was clearly a Goddess of War with exquisite features and a cold, regal temperament, she now wore a rare hint of feminine anger.
Lu Qingxue simply frowned at Mu Fan, every bit of her displeasure plainly written across that delicate face.
This was how she expressed her dissatisfaction.
And Mu Fan was utterly defenseless against Lu Qingxue acting like this.
Because she heard every word he said, yet stubbornly refused to respond.
His reflection lay in those cool eyes, and the light in her pupils shifted with his words.
But... she just would not say a single thing!
When Lu Qingxue got stubborn, she was no less so than he was.
How was he supposed to persuade her now?
Especially when, during the time Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue looked at each other, he saw the Goddess of War's delicate teeth biting her lower lip.
Lu Qingxue seemed even angrier, yet she still said nothing.
Her fair skin, tinged with rosy warmth, carried the cool, secluded fragrance of a snow lotus.
Being with such a peerless beauty should have been a refreshing delight, but Mu Fan felt like his head was about to explode!
"I..." Mu Fan's lips moved as he prepared to raise a hand.
"Hmph." Her dissatisfied