On the verge of widowhood

Wine red eyes.

As the angle changes, it looks like a pigeon's blood gemstone embedded in white marble, or like wine liquid hanging and swirling in a glass bottle.

It has a magical power that people can't take their eyes off.

Can't really move it.

The body seemed to be stuck in some kind of glue, so slow that it was almost frozen in place.

"Who are you……"

Squeezing three words out of her throat with difficulty, Bai Qing immediately showed a somewhat ignorant expression when she saw the man's eyes.

His white eyebrows furrowed.

He took a step forward and reached out to take the umbrella in Bai Qing's hand and threw it on the ground.

The two of them were immediately exposed to the dense rain and under the dim streetlights. Only then did Bai Qing see clearly that this person's eyelashes were also silver-white.