He has a pair of dark eyes.
What that person likes to look at most is his eyes. His deep pupils are like pure water from an ancient well, calm and calm.
What the man was most afraid of looking at was his eyes. Those eyes were like a pair of sharp swords. The swords were innately arrogant and inviolable, as if once angered, they would be irreversible.
Those eyes had been looking at everything indifferently, and no one except that person could guess what was hidden under the eyes.
Sadness or joy...
Forgive or kill...
True love or falsehood...