Ouyang Jin's outstretched right arm stiffened, and the dark pools of his eyes dimmed further; a tide of loss surged within him. Was she blaming him?
"You may leave now." Seeing him standing motionless, Zhiyan urged with displeasure. Not to mention how he inexplicably drew very close to her, the way he looked at her now was enough to irritate her.
"Are you blaming me?" Ouyang Jin's throat tightened, and he couldn't help but ask. His deep eyes were fixed intently on Zhiyan, not missing a single detail.
"Blame? I was merely giving you a reminder. Come to think of it, I don't seem to have the right to do so. After all, this place is not my home," Zhiyan huffed with a sneer curving her lips. Was this man too full of himself? She had no energy to bother with him.