A slight attempt to tear away would reveal the deep crimson scars accumulated over the years.
It was precisely because of this that Baili An realized why he would rather choose Ning Feiyan than her.
The love in Arao's eyes was genuine, yet not pure; it was mixed with too many complex, intense, and sticky emotions, making it difficult to distinguish love from hate at times.
So much so that Baili An sometimes felt that her gaze was akin to his own intense craving when the urge for blood arose, much like the ravenous hunger pang of looking at vibrant human beings.
He did not like this kind of 'adoration'.
Baili An slowly stood straight, looking out at the snowy night scene beyond the hall doors, and when his gaze drifted to nowhere in particular, he chuckled lightly and said, "I do not want anything from His Majesty, and as for this heart His Majesty desires, I cannot even decide for myself, so how could I presumptuously give it to His Majesty?"
