Gulu, Gulu gulu...
One of Po Xu Yuzhuang's eyeballs rotated clockwise, while the other rotated counterclockwise. The frequencies of the two eyeballs' rotations were even different, giving off a peculiar sensation.
Song Yan stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at that porcelain doll-like pale face.
And that face seriously studied him in return.
But it was definitely not a gaze of deep affection—it was learning, mimicry.
Before long, Po Xu Yuzhuang's eyeballs quieted down, calmly resting in the center, and then met Song Yan's gaze.
Song Yan smiled slightly.
He knew he had severed a small piece of cause and effect, and understood that he severed it because he felt the cause was already concluded, severing at this moment would be beneficial for both sides.
However, he couldn't remember what kind of cause and effect it was.
