Worried
Tu ShuYin was as pale as a ghost lily, his thin, slanted eyes the colour of dark blood. Ink black strands of hair were as straight as needles, a stark contrast against his skin. Not even a single vein was visible over his body, lips so bright red, they looked painted on with rouge.
Madam Mu had dressed him up in soft blue robes to shield his body from any prying eyes.
The rabbit shifter seated on the bed, eyeing Mang XueYa from the edge of his eyes. His hands were folded on his lap, the long, flowy sleeves hid the stump where his hand used to be.
XueYa could feel the hostility roll over him in waves from the man. There was a sense of nobility to the rabbit shifter. Looking at the tall and rather broad-shouldered man that sat straight with the air of grace, XueYa could barely believe he was the small, vulnerable little rabbit on the bed.
And this was Sheng Hai's mate… Who would have thought?