Chi Yue glanced at him, her brows furrowed slightly, she nodded at him and was about to walk past him.
"Stop!" Qiao Dongyang took two steps forward, grabbed Chi Yue's arm, and glanced at Wang Siya, "I want to talk to her for a moment."
Wang Xueya was stunned, saw Chi Yue's expressionless face, and quietly retreated.
"You're leaving just like that?"
Qiao Dongyang's hand that held Chi Yue's arm turned her around to face him.
Chi Yue turned to look at him. Under the light, his dark, luminous eyes seemed to have been coated with a layer of black lacquer, showing a faint annoyance, but they were clear-cut, as if sprinkled with specks of light. These were distinctive eyes, every gaze seemingly filled with deep affection, making those who fell into them illusioned into thinking they were unique in his eyes.
But weren't these the same eyes he looked at everyone with?
When he looked at her with affection, wouldn't he look at others the same way?
