Xiao Yichen, the Imperial Second Prince, wore midnight blue and gold, the absolute picture of royal perfection.
But his dark, sociopathic eyes ignored the sycophants surrounding him, locked instead on the chef in the corner.
He tapped his folding fan against his chin, his gaze heavy with a toxic obsession that promised to ruin her life just to isolate her.
To her right, the orthodox geniuses were gathered.
Gu Zhiwei, the Golden Retriever, was waving enthusiastically at her, practically vibrating with the desire to run over and tackle her again, his golden hair shining like a beacon.
Standing right beside him, Wen Shiru, the Fox, leaned on a cane, thanks to his recently crushed foot, adjusting his silver spectacles.
He looked at Ji'an not with anger, but with that dark, masochistic reverence that made Ji'an feel as if bugs were crawling beneath her skin, as he was mentally tallying the cost of acquiring her soul.
