Ouyang Jin's dark pupils had lost the icy chill of the past; the gaze he now directed at her unexpectedly held threads of tenderness. Eh, she must be seeing things.
"Hmph, who do you think you are, making us wait like this?" A disdainful snort suddenly erupted, and there stood Ouyang Qin in her pale yellow attire, her face full of displeasure, sarcastically taunting with contempt.
"I'm no one special, but perhaps you think too highly of yourself," Zhiyan replied indifferently, glancing at her before nonchalantly choosing a seat to sit down.
"It's been only a few days, yet you still manage to surprise," a magnetic and pleasant voice sounded. Zhiyan narrowed her eyes, looking over to see a youth in brocade sitting beside Ouyang Qin, his hair tied up, features handsome, lips slightly parted, clearly interested as he gazed at her. His eyes sparkled like stars adorning the night sky, bright and dazzling.
