Xie Qikan continued speaking, releasing his emotions in his dream, pouring out the torrents of feelings bottled within his chest. For a man who was always calm, self-possessed, and imposing in the waking world, this was truly something rare and precious.
His chiseled features were as if drawn with the most precise lines, a perfection meticulously sculpted by an artist. His head was slightly bowed, and his lashes—long, with a curvature more impeccable than any woman's—drew inevitable attention.
He exuded a profound bitterness, so intense that it seemed to seep into his otherwise towering and dignified frame. In this moment, he was filled with a sense of defeat and recklessness, yet it only made his deep affection all the more evident.
"Ah!" Yuan Xiaoxiao had never imagined that Xie Qikan's heart held so many emotions and undying truths. She stood there, her large, round eyes blinking incessantly, utterly stunned!
