Those sapphire-blue eyes stared directly into his soul, cold and piercing, as if they could peel away every layer of his being and expose what lay hidden within. And if Wen Ran had known who this woman was... well, even then, he would have still cursed her to death.
The rage burning in his exhausted eyes knew no reason — no logic. All he could see was the Ice Spirit Lotus clutched delicately in her hand, and the overwhelming desire to take it back.
He wanted to rip her apart — tear her to pieces and reclaim what was his.
Even though he could tell just by sensing her presence that she was far stronger than him — most likely an expert whose power dwarfed his own — Wen Ran's heart refused to yield.
His spirit had been forged in the fires of time — tempered by pain, loss, and the endless struggle to survive. No matter how powerful she was, no matter how hopeless his chances seemed, he refused to let go.
