For not a single moment did she separate her eyes from the man who carried her, studying every detail of his face as if trying to memorize features that seemed both foreign and strangely familiar.
The sharp jawline that spoke of strength and determination, the crimson eyes that seemed to pierce straight through to her soul, the way those same eyes kept meeting hers throughout their journey at enormous speed.
He moved like liquid lightning through the air, his qi carrying them both with effortless grace as landscapes blurred beneath them.
Yet despite the velocity, she felt completely secure in his arms, as if nothing in the world could harm her while she remained in his embrace.
Those red-gold eyes... they kept looking back at her, not with the clinical assessment she'd grown accustomed to from others, but with something that made her chest tighten with emotions she couldn't name.
