If the old prince hadn't softened for a moment and taken in Du Jingnian, Tang Shijing would never have seen those ink-black eyes, so clear and pure, yet tinged with a hint of fear. He had always liked white, but he never minded getting dust on his clothes while shielding Tang Shijing from the blows of other children. He was a child too, Tang Shijing would tease him, forgetting that he himself was more than a year younger. So when was it, exactly, that someone lifted his chin with the handle of a fan? His own gaze was clear and transparent, a little afraid, but filled even more with a bond that could never be unraveled, winding around them endlessly, lasting for all eternity.
What a great description of the environment and the details that highlight the characters!