Xiajun Yanting's eyes were almost glued to Hao'er. A hint of delight mixed with sorrow flashed across his beautiful, feminine-looking eyes.
The emotions in them were complex. They were filled with deep sorrow, yet it seemed full of hatred as well.
He stood there stiffly, with only Hao'er in his eyes. This face. Even if a few years had passed, it remained indelibly etched in his mind. Sometimes, he would even dream of this face in his sleep.
Yun Bixue could not bring Hao'er away in time. She wanted to greet him at first, but Majesty Kang, Xiajun Yanting, did not seem to have heard anything she said at all.
Yun Bixue followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at Hao'er.
Hao'er was not afraid when being stared at with such a murderous and dangerous gaze. He simply felt curious, and he even felt a hint of intimacy with this person.
Her heart skipped a beat as she moved decisively to block Hao'er from Majesty Kang's view.
