"You feel sorry for him?" Mu Xiaojiu's ink-black eyes narrowed.
In those eyes, a dangerous glint flashed by.
Those pitch-black star-like eyes exuded a chilling depth that made the startled Baili Xia freeze in terror the moment she couldn't react.
However, the words from her heart slipped out without thought.
"Brother... He's so good to me, unconditionally good. Truly... Is it wrong for me to feel sorry for him?"
His gaze bore cold hostility, fixed intensely on her eyes.
Baili Xia was genuinely panicked. The icy aura in his eyes was so frigid it felt like her entire bloodstream had frozen solid in an instant.
But slowly, she recalled their previous conversation; he had asked her... whether she felt sorry for Brother?
Just moments ago, her mind had been a chaotic mess, scared senseless by his freezing aura, forgetting entirely what she'd been thinking.
Now, with the memory surfacing again, her eyes darkened with determination.
