It was Meng Fuyao's first time spotting such an expression on him. He looked as if he wanted to swallow her up. The Yuan Zhaoxu she was familiar with was graceful and calm. He would even kick a mountain away if it were to collapse. She hadn't imagined that she would ever see this side of him.
Nevertheless, his eyes at that moment made her heart sink. She felt suffocated, and her eyes drooped a little, diverting away from him. She tightened her fists before inhaling a deep breath and then reciprocating his gaze.
'Blame me, hate me… I can't escape your powers, so it's best to push you away…'
Yuan Zhaoxu simply stared at her without moving and without expression. The initial storm within his eyes had subsided as well.
He sat by the fire, ever so calm, allowing the flames to light up his delicate profile and long lashes.
Everyone present felt the air stiffen around them.
