Kapitel 869: The Diagnosis

"Brown eyes? Chocolate quicksand?!" screeched Claris, "What brown eyes?! Are you blind?! Gareth has green eyes! GREEN!! How could you not even know that?!"

Gareth and Lance turned to finally face Claris, and she was taken aback. Why was Gareth's eyes brown??

"He was literally looking at you just now, and you didn't even realise?" Lance said, with a scoff.

"Why-why-" Claris stammered, unable to comprehend this turn of events.

Gareth gave a smirk and said, "Lance doesn't like it. Says it gets too much attention."

Then he turned towards Lance again, "But you seem to like brown eyes more?"

"It's not that I like brown eyes more," Lance said, "It's because it's you. No matter whether it's brown, green, blue … I get so lost in them."

"Without the contacts, looking into your eyes makes me feel like I'm lost in the deep forest," Lance said, stroking Gareth's cheeks, "With the leaves enveloping me and burying me deep in your love."