He rose slowly, his tall and upright stature exuding a heavy oppressiveness, the bloodthirsty aura emanating from him unabashed, almost as if the chill he radiated could freeze someone solid, making the breathing of the people around him suddenly difficult.
Sheng Jingyi's face was cold and stern, his icy and profound eyes slowly met Anran's, emotionless as ice, as he stepped towards Ling Xi and her companions.
"Xixi."
However, when he stopped in front of Ling Xi and her group, his gaze once again settled on Ling Xi, his eyes tender, his words intimate, as if he was making a declaration!
"Jingyi." Cu Bīng's eyes gradually softened at the sight of Sheng Jingyi, and Ling Xi called out to him softly.
Jingyi!
The pupils of his deep blue eyes contracted slightly, and in that moment, his originally emotionless icy eyes could no longer remain calm.
Was this man in front of her the one in Xixi's heart?
