Sitting quietly on the ground, her gaze fell on his face, she was staring at him.
Ryan Walyon's features were extremely attractive, almost flawless, with very pronounced contours, each part seemed meticulously carved. It's hard to imagine that such a perfect-looking person could exist in this world.
There was a special aura about him, faint yet mysterious, like the night, which made people irresistibly want to explore more about him, wanting to understand him better.
Ariella Sawyer stared at him for a while, suddenly curious about what kind of person he really was.
She was so focused staring at Ryan Walyon, with her face slightly tilted.
Ryan Walyon had just finished dressing the wound on her hand. When he looked up, his gaze happened to meet hers.
Looking into her clear, water-like eyes, Ryan Walyon was momentarily stunned.
The two were very close, their faces almost touching.
Ryan Walyon instinctively took two steps back.
