Chen Yu's gaze flickered with worry and countless other complex emotions before finally culminating in a bitter smile as he thought to himself, That gaze. Who would've thought a single gaze could leave me this shaken?
One of his hands, clenched and hidden beneath the wide sleeve of his robe, was still trembling. It had only lasted for a few seconds, but that lazy glance from that purple-haired figure had triggered a primal, overwhelming fear that consumed every part of him.
Chen Yu let out another bitter, tired chuckle, shaking his head as he processed what he had felt beneath that stare. One thing in particular left him feeling completely absurd, because it was something he'd never felt before.
He wasn't sure if it was his fear tricking him and influencing his perception, but beneath that gaze, he had felt like... an ingredient.
