"Yes, I don't think there's any need to eat. Just say what you have to say, Brother Hechen, I don't want to waste too much time. I still have things to do." She was just telling the truth.
But as soon as these words came out, she saw Lu Hechen's face become even more gloomy, his eyes like swords hidden within, killing without a trace.
Weilan met his gaze without any hesitation, her posture defiant in the face of such emotions, her spine straight and proud.
She disliked Lu Hechen's sense of entitlement the most. She wasn't his appendage, to be commanded at his every whim.
Seeing such emotion directed at her, Weilan found it amusing. Why should he look at her like that? That was the path he chose. There was no need to accommodate each other; if he was unwilling, why be so affected?
Lu Hechen's gaze grew heavier, terribly frightening. Many emotions churned in his eyes, like the sea on a dark night, calm on the surface but with unknowable turbulence underneath.
