When Li Xue got at the scene her eyes paused to look at the woman who was sitting with all charms of elegance intact with her, her one leg over the other and arm perfectly kept on the table. Be it her posture, her dressing, or the smirk of arrogance on her lips everything seemed so alluring. Though her features held some paled coldness, there was still a hint of warmth and kindness in her aged eyes.
Li Xue has called those dark onyx eyes as aged, not because it was surrounded with wrinkles rather because the sharpness she could see in it. That sharpness was not something out of wealth rather it was something that can be bet to come from hard-earned experiences.
