Li Qingshen's smile at the corner of his mouth hadn't faded, hanging there like a fine piece of jewellery, as his gaze slowly drifted over Ling Momo.
He distinctly caught sight of the girl's trembling, delicate white fingers. His eyelids drooped slightly for a moment before he lifted his hand and gently touched her hair.
His fingertips were warm as they brushed past her cheek, making Ling Momo's heartbeat quiver. Instinctively, she wanted to shrink back but was caught by Li Qingshen's hand, securing her head. His grip wasn't strong, but neither was it gentle, yet it somehow rendered Ling Momo unable to move, "Relax, you're too tense. The red carpet is no big deal, just walk with your head high and chest out, and that's it."
After he finished speaking, he didn't let go but continued to stare into her eyes.
His eyes were pitch black like black diamonds, shining with a dazzling and captivating luster—she considered them the most charming eyes she had ever seen in the world.
