Nicholas rubbed his eyes through the glass door, skeptical of his life when he saw the tenderness on Huo Yunjiao's face.
Was this really the decisive and ruthless Third Young Master Huo?
Just now, inside the room, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and his aura seemed restrained but actually was aggressively compelling.
Yet, the man outside, embracing Qin Ruan, had soft and gentle brows and eyes. His features, with their sharp edges smoothed out, seemed picturesque and exuded an even more gentle, scholarly demeanor.
Nicholas looked at the petite figure of Qin Ruan, nestling in Huo Yunjiao's embrace, and thought about her mysteriously unpredictable Puppet Control Ability; he felt an indescribable sense of dissonance.
Or perhaps when this couple was engrossed in sweet affection, it gave him a sense of unreality.