AiLin's gaze felt brighter as she stared back at Li ZiChen's light colored eyes. For a while, she found herself staring at those pair of beautiful eyes. It was so lively. Despite him not uttering a single word, those eyes felt alive.
She blinked however, pulling herself together and then staring at him in question to his statement. Seeing his grin, she realized he was pulling her leg. A frown appeared between her eyebrows, "You mean that it is easier to protect it from anyone who would like to steal it."
Seeing back to her eyes, Li ZiChen shrugged his shoulders, "I have said what I meant to say." Instead he reached out his hand again, "Do you know? My father also had his left hand wounded. It's a nasty wound, a gnarly one. They said if the doctor hadn't gotten there in time, he wouldn't have a hand anymore. It had been a few decades since the scar happened to his arms but even now it didn't fade."
"Oof," she winced, "What happened?"
