The two lantern lamps

Ming Wa turned to face Yang Qing but faltered under the weight of his profound gaze. Her figure was perfectly reflected in his emerald-green eyes, and within that reflection, it felt as though all her secrets, thoughts, and fears were laid bare. Instinctively, she looked down—a habitual reflect from her childhood.

She clenched her fists and looked up once more, this time maintaining steady eye contact with Yang Qing. Her expression was bold, but her inner turmoil betrayed her. Her racing heart and trembling legs contrasted sharply with her determined façade. Thankfully, both were concealed enough to escape notice—or so she hoped. Something deep inside told her that Yang Qing could perceive everything: the turmoil she was under and the things she was too afraid to let spill.