C88 He Snatched the Blade with His Bare Hands

Jing Chong's demeanor was unwavering, his gaze piercing like lightning, his eyes a frigid abyss that brooked no trespass. He regarded Zhai Xingniang with a detached calm, his eyes as serene as a still well, untouched by the turmoil around him.

Even as she stood before him, tears streaming down her face, her vulnerability failed to elicit the slightest sympathy from him