An Qi laughed, her smile was brilliant, but the lifeless cold in her eyes had grown even more intense, "You're still so weak. Just as before, watching opportunities slip through your fingers. I'm leaving, but I'll be back." Her gaze finally rested on Ye Yinzhu. And at that moment, Yin Zhu happened to open his eyes.
A faint surprise flashed through An Qi's eyes because she found that Ye Yinzhu seemed to forget where he was. His demeanor was so graceful, his movements smooth and harmonious, as if he blended in perfectly with his surroundings. Especially with the ancient zither on his lap, it seemed like a perfect whole. His eyes were so clear. Even the world's purest crystal seemed incomparable. Those eyes, devoid of any impurities, were something An Qi had never seen in her life.