At that moment, I saw the intoxicating light in his eyes, deep like a Whirlpool. My heart beat fast, and my heart throbbed with him.
This was the first time my heart was out of my control. At that moment, I thought, I ran into his moving eyes and temporarily forgot about the blood feud, forgot my identity as the witch of Jianghu.
For a moment, she wanted to get closer to him.
However, after she calmed down, her heart shrank back. She didn't dare to immerse herself in these things. Every time she thought about the blood and fire that night when she was young, her heart would be tormented. How could she allow herself to immerse herself in these things?
She had to arm herself with hatred and indifference so that her heart wouldn't be moved at all.
