Ye Chen's eyes were cold, calm, and deep. The two of them were close to each other and Cheng Anya could see her own reflection in his black pupils. They stared at each other quietly, as if they were the only ones left in the world.
Cheng Anya's heart rate increased. Thump, thump. Her heart was so unbridled and showed its owner how active it could be.
She was flustered. Her thoughts became chaotic, blurry, and slow. She did not even realize that she was in a hospital ward and that they were still in danger.
He was the kind of arrogant, domineering, and haughty person who said and did whatever he wanted, no matter where he was. He didn't care about anyone or anything, except for her.
Cheng Anya felt like she was going crazy.
