Similarly, Yan Ye also stared into Beiting Huang's eyes. His dark eyes were like the eternal night, with broken lights flickering in them, as bright as stars in the winter. His figure was reflected in her eyes. In the deepest part of her eyes, there was a strong sense of love. It was an expression he had never seen before. After ten thousand years, Yan Ye's heart had already softened like a pool of water. He raised his hand and pulled Beiting Huang into his arms. He took a deep breath and wanted to kiss her, but he didn't dare to!
The little girl was still waiting at the side to return the Rubis to Yan Ye. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Yan Ye's eyes darken. It was obvious that he did not want to be disturbed. The little girl quickly grabbed the Rubis and ran away.
