"These waters are too deep, only this way can I ensure your safety."
His gaze turned frosty, and the tumultuous emotions within him suddenly became bland. Lifting his head, he met her eyes with his blue orbs, his expression solemn.
In an instant, Ming Yihan felt an illusion as if their souls overlapped. It was still her face, still the little one he cherished and adored, yet it seemed he didn't recognize her—she had become unfamiliar and distant.
"Take me back, now," Zhiyan stated indifferently, her voice carrying an unmistakable chill that commanded attention as she looked at Ming Yihan without fear.
She wanted to leave, not willing to stay a moment longer.
Ming Yihan frowned, a streak of unease crossing his heart. She was too composed, emanating an indifference that seeped from her very bones, pricking at his heart with every thread.
Did she really want to leave, to escape his sight so desperately? Had he made her loathe him, to want to flee without delay?
