Ning Chuyi stared at Jiang Huai in a daze. At a certain moment, he caught a beam of colored light with no movement track and hit the side of Jiang Huai's face. Perhaps for only a second, it scattered through Jiang Huai's brown pupils and the tip of his nose.
"Even the light prefers him," he thought.
Intention: I love you unintentionally.