"Is he, special?" The voice had an indescribable depth, and it strangely made Mu Lin feel a hint of danger.
"Linlin, do you really think he's special?" Those deep black eyes were focused on Mu Lin's, filled with a hint of distress, complexity, hurt, fear, and a dash of madness.
"Jing Chen, what...what's happened to you?" Mu Lin didn't understand why he had suddenly changed into his current state, which was somehow bizarrely uncomfortable, suffocating, and a bit prickly.
"Answer my question first." Jing Chen's voice sounded repressed, hoping that Mu Lin would decisively deny it. Because in Jing Chen's heart, Mu Lin was the most special, so he also hoped to be the most special one in her heart.
At the moment when Mu Lin said the word special, Jing Chen felt his heart filled with a sudden surge of panic. He knew he was afraid. Even when he was amidst gunfire and bombs, he never experienced fear. But now, because of her words, he was...afraid. Fear engulfed him that moment.
