Gu Yelin sat beside Old Master Gu, wearing a dark green military uniform today, with the badges on his shoulders emitting a dazzling glow. Unlike the elegance and nobility of casual wear, Gu Yelin in his military uniform exuded a sense of bloodthirstiness and slaughter, making onlookers wary.
Feeling An Yiqing's gaze, Gu Yelin, who was in conversation with Hua Zhifeng, suddenly looked up in her direction. The coldness in his eyes was tinged with warmth, and the slight curve of his lips carried a subtle gentleness.
He mouthed four words to An Yiqing without making a sound.
I'm here, don't be afraid.
An Yiqing's heart instantly felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. The corners of her lips slightly curved, and her eyes bent with a subtle and gentle smile.
