Even from fifty feet away, through a crowd of thousands, his gaze felt like a physical touch.
It was a stare devoid of his usual icy indifference; instead, it was brimming with an almost suffocating worry, laced with that possessive, dark heat that had flared in her bedroom hours prior.
'Don't look at me like that,' Ji'an panicked, instantly breaking eye contact and looking down at her boots. 'Everyone is going to notice! You're the Ice Genius, you're supposed to be looking at the horizon with disdain, not staring at a chef in Class 9 like I'm your lost puppy!'
She could feel the heat creeping up her neck. She aggressively kicked a small pebble.
Up on the terrace, Wangchen's jaw tightened as she looked away. His hands gripped the white jade railing of the terrace.
He didn't care about the thousands of people, and he didn't care about the tournament either.
