Yan Huan took a deep breath. Her wrists hurt so badly, as though they were going to break. Helplessly, she could only endure the pain.
When she opened her eyes again, she felt as though she was back at the Snow Mountain.
Her eyes were clear and tranquil.
In her eyes, there was no resentment, hatred, affection nor anger.
There was just… nothing.
Her eyes were just as spiritless as Ru Yin's.
She had a pair of eyes, but they were basically useless. Why do I need this pair of eyes? Haha. It's functionless.
Neither could she laugh, nor could she cry.
In fact, she had no tears at all.
The mixed feelings and indecision caused the constant changes to her expression and in her eyes.
