But later, it felt wrong; how could someone like Shadow, who was so cold and indifferent to appearance, inexplicably wear an eyepatch on his face to look cool?
She had a sense of foreboding.
"It's none of your business," Shadow said coldly.
But in the next second, a white hand unexpectedly reached out towards him; he hadn't anticipated that she would make such a move and was suddenly stunned and rigid.
And that jade-like hand had already touched his eyepatch, abruptly tearing it off.
Revealing that ugly and horrifying empty eye socket; on such a delicate and clean face, it looked especially terrifying and distorted, like ripping apart a perfect work of art.
Ye Lu's breath was halted, her eyes widened, and she instinctively took a step back.
She looked at his gouged-out left eye in disbelief, her heart trembling, and the fingers gripping the eyepatch couldn't help but tighten and spasm.
