Xiao Jinsheng met his pitiful gaze, eyes wet and pleading.
Clearly, it was the same face as Yu Yunxiao's, the same hair color.
Both had abnormal pupils of gold on the left and blue on the right.
Yet the feeling they gave was entirely different.
One proud and confident.
The other humble and cautious.
When Xiao Jinsheng looked at him, it was as if she saw a little black cat drenched in the rain.
Clearly, Ying's hair was white, but the feeling he gave her resembled that of a little black cat.
Kind-hearted humans, when faced with small and pitiful animals, can't help but radiate compassion.
Xiao Jinsheng suddenly had the illusion of a little black cat twitching its ears in front of her.
She reached out, ready to pet it, but Ying's clear gaze met hers, snapping her out of it. She quickly withdrew her hand, suppressing the impulse to touch the imaginary cat.
Ying keenly perceived her withdrawing motion.
The faint hope in his eyes instantly dimmed.
