Only this man before her, from the first meeting till now, his eyes remain empty, without astonishment, without affection, not even disgust, looking at her as if she were a clay doll, devoid of preference, lacking even a trace of human emotion or desire.
Could it be that those with towering cultivation are all this indifferent, and the rumors of him having someone affectionate are just gossip?
Changtian routinely said a few words of toast, then raised his cup saying, "Cheers!" Yan Lingxue sat down afterward, lost in thought, not even noticing that the banquet had begun. Beside her, Ping'er grew anxious, gently shaking her several times before she awoke from her trance and hurriedly picked up her cup like everyone else, drinking it down, her true feelings known only to herself.
