She just stared blankly into his eyes, just staring like this, as if his eyes were the most precious thing. The overwhelming grief rushed in like a storm. Through his eyes, whose eyes was she really seeing? Was it Lucas Yates's eyes? Was it? Even if she didn't know, even if she had no memory, these eyes still attracted her.
Escaping from her gaze like this, escaping... This kind of thought surged into his mind like a tide. If she had looked at him like this before, he would have felt happy. But after knowing the dirty deal behind these eyes, he couldn't even face himself.
Perhaps this is the tormenting part of love, wanting to get closer, closer, and closer, but when truly so close, it feels like his heart is being cut. His mother went to great lengths to get a pair of eyes that let him see the light again, but it was also these eyes that personally led him into a cage, a cage he could never escape for the rest of his life.
