"It's true. Life isn't always a walk in the park." Dongfang Moqing stretched out his hand to hold hers. His slender, jade-like fingers wrapped around her slender wrist. His skin was slightly paler than hers.
"What are you doing?" She was startled and wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held her wrist tightly. His strength didn't hurt her.
"But what happened to your face? Since when did the Witchcraft clan become so reckless?" His expression remained faint, yet the dark light flickering in his eyes was unmistakable. It was as if his eyes contained a storm as he stared at her face.
"Do you know where the Witchcraft clan is?" Her eyes sparkled, and she forgot to struggle out of his arms.
Diyu, who had been about to rush and pull Dongfang Moqing away from her, paused slightly under her gesture.
