What met her eyes was a familiar-looking mask, followed by a pair of violet eyes.
On Dragon Road of Canglong Continent, every ethnicity existed, and Yue Jinghua's own hair and eye colors were similar to the typical Huaxia yellow-skinned people, black hair and black eyes.
Violet eyes were not common. Violet eyes?
"It's you," Yue Jinghua recalled that scene at Little Shang Palace; then she glanced at the ape-like arm wrapped around her waist, raised her right hand and slapped it across.
The man with violet eyes slightly tilted his head; the mask on his face was smacked to the ground.
The crisp sound of the mask hitting the ground enveloped Yue Jinghua and the violet-eyed man in a brief silence.
"Still as fiery," the man with violet eyes touched the tip of his nose, his eyes brimming with a more resentful nuance, recalling the last time when she had tossed herself into the water nearby, and this time, it was a slap.
