Ye Xian's eyes were beautiful, and Pang Kai had always known this. However, he had thought that their beauty, like other stars in the entertainment industry, was filled with the strange lights of the stage and the hustle and bustle of the circle—dazzling on the outside but turbid and unworthy on the inside.
Yet, in that instant, the light bursting from the depths of his eyes shone brighter than the glimmering starry sky.
Firm, composed, and filled with courageous power, as if infected by that unwavering strength, Pang Kai dumbly nodded.
After Ye Xian finished speaking, he dashed out.
"Woof..."
The Tibetan Mastiff, growling continuously from its throat, took steps towards the little girl, and its wide-open mouth seemed ready to bite down on the girl's neck. Ye Xian placed his index finger to his lips and blew a loud whistle. The piercing sound successfully captured its attention.
