Yu Jian 6

Somehow, she thought back to the time when they first met. At that time, his eyes were calm, devoid of any ripples as if nothing in the world could ever shake him. She had thought that his eyes were very beautiful, like a cold and firm black jade.

But now, she could easily see through all of his emotions, his fragility, his sincerity.

It was laid bare for her to see. For her to feel.

His whole person seemed like it had came to life, brimming with vitality and life. 

She was stunned and couldn't react for a moment.

"Qing'er?"

Unbeknownst to her, he had scooted closer to the point where she could clearly see how smooth his skin was, the faint purple beneath his eyes, and the tiredness that he tried to hide between his brows.

She blinked and averted her gaze away. "I'm sorry, Yu Jian." Her voice came out weak and soft, totally unlike how she usually was. Tough, resilient and decisive.

Without a choice, she turned her back to him.