Jian Qing stared at the cake in front of her, her eyes drooping as her thoughts wandered far away. The bewitching hue of those purple eyes flashed through her mind.
"Jian, I'm serious, the way he looks at you is different." He too was a man; how could he not notice the difference. The look in Quan Jingwu's eyes every time he looked at Jian Qing, was much the same as when he looked at Xiya.
Jian Qing's black hair obscured her eyes. All Khan could see were her tightly pursed lips, and after a moment of silence, her cool voice rang out, "Is that so? Or perhaps you're mistaken."
Khan's words felt like a punch in a bunch of cotton, his voice filled with helplessness, "Okay, let's just say I'm mistaken."
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving." Jian Qing finished her last sip of coffee, slowly stood up and left. Khan watched her moving figure without uttering a word.
"Jian, if you encounter it, don't force yourself to escape." Khan's voice was soft, but he knew she heard it.
