How you traced me??

''I loathe the look in your eyes, and your unbuttoned shirt!'

He too now began to detest these things. For a long time, this statement had echoed in his head like a buzz word every time he faced the mirror; try as he would to shake it off or lose himself in his work, it had gone on repeating itself. Now he had started buttoning up and keeping his gaze lowered.

He could not even look himself in the eye in the mirror. No one had ever told him such a thing about his eyes, and certainly not a girl. Yuyan was the first one to do so, and it was not his eyes but the look in them that was loathsome. Yuyan had identified that look. He used to talk to girls who looked him in the eye and spoke candidly—he enjoyed their company.

Li Yuyan did not do so—she'd look at him but not directly, and if she found him staring, she'd look away. Wang Lian had the mistaken notion that she looked away because she found his eyes mesmerizing.