The person tied to the tree slowly looked up, and his disheveled hair, which concealed his face, slid to his waist.
Qiao Mu sneakily peeked out and took a cursory glance. The person had a pair of slightly upturned alluring peach-blossom eyes. Under the long eyelashes, the tips of his eyes' outer corners slightly tilted upwards. At first glance, his eyes looked like water was rippling inside, and his pitch-black pupils were very good-looking. Another glance, and you would realize that it was clearly the cold gleam of blades sitting at the bottom of his eyes, flickering in and out of sight.
From his looks, the youth looked around 12 or 13 years old. His thin lips were gently pursed, and the corners of his mouth were a bit cracked from dehydration.
Qiao Mu shrunk back, suddenly feeling a coolness envelop her neck inexplicably.
For some reason, why did she feel like the youth was peering at her?
