His joy was surprisingly palpable, his voice unexpectedly tender. "Didn't you? You've promised me..."
Whoever promised him that? Ridiculous.
However, Yan Xixi didn't have the slightest chance to refute. Her consciousness warned her this was a terrifying situation, yet her breathing grew faint.
"Xixi..."
Her starry eyes half-open, she gazed at him in bewilderment.
His broad hand reached out, gently stroking her face. Her flower-like countenance, her long eyelashes, and especially when her eyes shifted, those large, dark, and luminous pupils seemed veiled by a transparent, misty haze.
In his heart, he marveled ten thousand times: truly a masterpiece of Nature's own hand.
He couldn't imagine how much painstaking effort, how much of creation's essence, how many of Nature's most spiritual mountains and limpid waters had been gathered to craft such a person.
It was just like a person admiring an artwork.
