The dark, bottomless voids she had known for the past year were gone, replaced by those brilliant, radiant, crystalline rubies.
And right now, those ruby eyes were fixed unblinkingly upon her.
There was no hostility in his gaze.
There was no icy indifference, no calculation, and no arrogant superiority.
There was only a soft, devastatingly gentle, and unimaginably heavy devotion.
It was a look that stripped away all the noise of the universe, focusing on her as if she were the only true, vibrant, living entity in a world composed entirely of gray ash.
When he looked at her, his eyes seemed to say: I am here. I have always been here. And I will burn the cosmos to the bedrock before I let you fall.
Ji'an swallowed hard, her throat suddenly feeling incredibly dry despite the tea.
She was a transmigrator.
She had spent months hiding behind a thick, impenetrable wall of sarcastic humor, culinary arrogance, and avoidance.
