Shuqi thus found herself locking gazes with that pair of blood-red eyes—or rather, Shuqi unilaterally felt they were locking gazes, while the man himself clearly did not think so at all.
"What's wrong with the little thing?" His voice was somewhat choked up, and his eyes were red-rimmed.
Shuqi choked back a retort. *What the hell is a "little thing"? Why does it sound so bizarre? It makes my whole body crawl with goosebumps.* Even though she was currently in the form of a blade of grass and couldn't actually show goosebumps, upon closer inspection, her entire leaf blade seemed to be veiled in a thin mist of moisture for a split second.
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