There was no blackness at all in the blind uncle's eyes.
Ye Qianqian felt a little frightened when she first saw him. Shen Zhilie seemed to be calmer than her. He took a look at Ye Qianqian and said, "He is the blind uncle, isn't he?"
His voice was very soft. Ye Qianqian nodded.
The blind uncle smiled faintly. "I knew you were going to come. Don't you think this is a little bit unacceptable?" He spoke the dialect of Yun City.
Shen Zhilie didn't quite understand the dialect. Ye Qianqian 's expression, however, changed immediately. She felt afraid as she looked into the eyes of the blind uncle. She nervously uttered, "Uncle, how did you know I was going to come to see you today?"
"Buddha told me."
The blind uncle's expression appeared to be calm and collected. Even though there wasn't any black in his eyes, Ye Qianqian felt that he had seen through and known everything. With this awareness, Ye Qianqian felt a little creeped out.
