Deep crystalline eyes concentrated their full attention on Bai Qingyue's blazing golden pair. The sudden intensity of Li Meirong's stare made him second-guess his wife's naiveté. He wondered, more than a little anxiously, if he had perhaps underestimated her a little too much…
For a moment, he received the impression of her dark orbs staring into the depths of his soul, unveiling his innermost thoughts and self as if peeling away all his layers.
The candles flickered simultaneously, as if on cue, enhancing Li Meirong's enigmatic visage and making it even more difficult for Bai Qingyue to guess her thoughts. And then, a moment later, the sharp light in her eyes was gone. She blinked, just once, and her lips stretched into a faint but pleasant smile. Her dimples peeked out from the sides of her mouth.
