Wrapped in a large red cloak, her body was covered meticulously, yet it made her small face appear even paler and thinner, almost emaciated, with deeply sunken eyes, invoking a sense of pity.
Suddenly, her gaze penetrated through layers of darkness, staring straight at Yun Ya.
What kind of eyes were those.
Deep and eerie, like an ancient well exuding a ghostly chill, occasionally flickering cold gleams as if thousands of silver needles pierced the skin simultaneously...
Though she smiled, there was not a hint of laughter in her eyes, only unfathomable darkness.
Yun Ya raised an eyebrow, slightly lifted her chin, and met her gaze.
The indifferent expression caused a crack in the opponent's fortress, though it was quickly repaired.
Yun Ya lowered her eyes and smiled, thinking she had made some progress.
Lady Meng held Meng Junci's hand and supported her step by step down from the second floor.
