What she saw was the calm figure of Xiao Fanyu standing under the billow of swirling dust. The clearness in his pupils, an apparent difference from the usual frost of emotionlessness on average days. Her lithe figure is wholly imprinted in the reflection of his phoenix eyes as they focus only on her without a care for the dangers behind.
As if wanting to give her even more encouragement, the youth spread out his arms as he opened his thin lips.
"Come," he said once more but in a tender whisper akin to tempting a small animal into burrowing out of its hiding spot. "Trust me," he promised, as if making a pledge full of seriousness.
At that moment, in that fraction of a second Xin Yue made a decision.
Even faster than what her consciousness could process, slender legs move from its stationary position. Almond pupils constricted in a daze as the nearing figure of Xiao Fanyu's smiling face grew closer in reflection of black irises.
