"Qingqing, your eyes… can see?" Feng Yuanzhou was shocked. Feng Qing's eyes were filled with vigor, completely not as empty and unfocused as before.
Autumn waves swirled around her beautiful eyes. Feng Yuanzhou was dumbfounded. Feng Qing's eyes were too beautiful. They were completely not like his triangular eyes. It was simply a genetic counterattack.
Fu Anlan and Feng Jianing turned to look at Feng Qing. When they saw Feng Qing's intelligent eyes, their expressions froze.
Feng Jianing leaned forward, wishing she could lie on Feng Qing's face. She looked at Feng Qing's eyes from all angles, as if there was some treasure in her eyes. Feng Qing's eyes also moved up and down with her, looking at her like she was an idiot.
"Qingqing, your eyes… really recovered?" Feng Jianing said in disbelief.
"Why, I can see, and it makes you feel very unhappy?" Feng said coldly.
