He never spoke, and his long curly hair danced in the wind. The blood-red robe wrapped around him was like a quietly burning fire. He had a pair of soul-catching golden eyes. He seemed to be staring at her, but he also seemed to be looking through her to a more distant place. His eyes were gentle and bright, as if he was standing in front of his most beloved person. However, more often than not, the sadness and anger in his eyes were like a ball of blazing lava, as if he had been betrayed by the person he trusted and loved the most. His eyes were like a sharp dagger piercing Liu Guang's heart.