Lin Tao raised his eyebrows as he looked at her, his pupils reflecting the girl's pale and frail appearance. In the depths of his eyes, a trace of darkness flickered quietly.
He thought of that night, the familiar scent that lingered at the tip of his nose, and the warm, soft, delicate touch of fingertips that made his heart quiver faintly.
Years of training had sharpened his memory to an extraordinary degree. The first time he saw her at the Lin Family banquet, he recognized her...
And now... his gaze, complicated, settled on her abdomen. His long eyelashes concealed his thoughts as he stood by the bed, his tall body like a standing gun, bringing an aura of subtle oppression.
Lin Sili was somewhat afraid of this version of him, somewhat hazy and enigmatic, different from the lazy and good-for-nothing Lin Tao she knew. She couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly was different but suddenly felt a surge of nervousness.
