He never spoke. His long, curled hair drifted about, dancing on its own without a breeze. The blood-red robe wrapped around him was like a quietly burning flame. He had golden eyes that could ensnare the soul. He seemed to be looking at her, yet it was as if his gaze passed through her and reached somewhere far beyond. His eyes were gentle and bright, as though the person standing before him were the one he loved most. But more often, the sorrow and anger in his gaze were like a mass of blazing magma, as if he had been betrayed by the person he trusted and loved most. His gaze was like a sharp dagger, stabbing deep into Liuguang's heart.
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