Mo Zhixuan was also stunned, he hadn't expected that there would still be someone who could break free from his imposing pressure.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and the girl before him had clear-cut features and a pair of bewitching, peach-blossom eyes that were transparent to their depths, unblemished by any speck of worldly pollution.
How could such a transparently clear-cut person harbor such heavy thoughts?
Was she hiding too deeply, or was it all just a coincidence, and she was actually a young girl who kept out of the world's strife?
He had always been arrogant, believing that no one in the world could escape his scrutiny, yet the person before him refreshed his understanding of worldly people.
Suddenly, he felt that this fiancée of his might be quite interesting, of course, provided that her life—was tough enough.