The lights outside the car window streamed in, casting shifting shadows that distorted the true colors of everything, making it all seem a bit unreal.
Xie Yuan slowly leaned back into his seat, his left hand pinching Su Miaomiao's chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes.
"Afraid?"
In his darkened pupils swirled emotions unclear and indistinct, in his calm voice was a suppressed, urgent craving.
The cold Buddha beads pressed painfully against Su Miaomiao's skin. If this had been before, such an intimidating Xie Yuan might have scared her enough to leave the car without looking back.
But now, she saw beneath his harsh exterior a heart on the brink of shattering.
She took hold of Xie Yuan's hand, gazing seriously into his eyes.
"I'm not afraid of you, I've never been..."
No matter how terrifying others made him out to be, she only believed in the Xie Yuan she saw, heard, knew, and understood.
Her eyes were clear, allowing anyone to see straight through to her sincerity.
