"Thank you, An'an."
Rong Xianning sincerely thanked Shen You'an.
Both of them understood perfectly what the gratitude was for.
Shen You'an smiled, "As long as everything's okay."
Rong Xianning looked into Shen You'an's eyes, through the lenses saw her pupils were deep black, like a dense ink that couldn't be diluted, dark and profound like an abyss, reminiscent of black holes in the universe, seemingly possessing the power to absorb everything in the world.
The magic of those eyes was shielded by a thin layer of glass, with an internal restraint, hidden sharpness, and all things returning to simplicity.
An image of blue eyes floated subconsciously in Rong Xianning's mind, deep and mysterious as the ocean, with ambitions that grew uninhibited like wild grass, spring winds blowing back to life.
The two pairs of eyes resembled each other so much, yet their aura was worlds apart.
If An'an was water, then she was like the highest virtue of water, calm and deep.
