"Why are you looking at me like that?" Lin Xian asked with a helpless smile.
"Lin Xian, how did you do that?" Liu Ruyan couldn't help but ask, holding up two fingers to demonstrate.
Just moments ago, that was exactly how Lin Xian had caught the knife—between two fingers. Thinking of this, Liu Ruyan looked at his hand. It was fair and slender; it didn't look like the calloused, rough hand one would imagine could stop a blade. Instead, it looked more like the hand of a concert pianist.
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