Hearing Luo Chen suddenly stop his footsteps, the girl in the black dress slowly turned her head, staring at him with a cold and unfeeling expression. At that moment, Luo Chen felt as if a sharp arrow had pierced his heart, his breath almost came to an abrupt halt. Her gaze was more ruthless than Leng Han, more cruel and tyrannical than Thunderstorm. Those blue eyes seemed to hide thousands of hardships and endless vicissitudes, making her utterly unyielding.
Her lips were much thinner than those of ordinary people and even paler in color. Luo Chen felt that those thin lips were like blades capable of harming people invisibly, ready to pierce the enemy's heart at any moment. He did not know what this cold-hearted girl had experienced to become so ruthless and cold, but he knew he must tread carefully, or he might become her next target under the sword.
