"How could I possibly be angry with you?" he stammered, his voice trembling.
For a split second, Lin Yanning actually wondered if something had truly happened to Xu Xingyu. His skin crawled; the slightest rustle or movement was enough to terrify him. Lin Yanning didn't even dare to look up at her beautiful face. He huddled in on himself, afraid to even blink, terrified that her lovely features might suddenly contort into one of the countless hideous, malevolent ghost faces of those he had caused to die.
Xingyu took a deliberate step forward, her eyes slightly narrowed. Her thick, curled lashes veiled her pitch-black pupils, and the faint tear mole at the corner of her eye curved upward, making her look both bright and bewitching.
Chapter 27