This was an intangible form of torture and pressure for the feeble-minded Yan Yan, especially since Si Huang was doing it on purpose, suppressing her with her acting prowess.
"Si Huang, is it? Could you change it up? For example, perhaps you're looking at an enemy? Or a lover?" The photographer made a stream of requests. Si Huang finally opened her half-closed eyes. Her dark pupils were like a whisk of an incomparable sword, cold and merciless, icy, sharp, pristine, and unbreakable. Everyone was stunned at the sight of her gaze, and a chill seeped into their bones. Yan Yan, who was the main recipient of Si Huang's gaze, had an even bigger reaction than the rest and tumbled to the ground.
The photographer instinctively captured this incomparable picture in his dazed stupor.
