Time stood still.
Everyone in the room froze except for Sang Luo. She turned her head toward the man walking through the doorway. Light spilled over his tall, slender frame, making him look like a god descending to the mortal world.
Minos was once again wearing that long, cloaked robe, his eyes covered by a strip of White Silk. He was so thoroughly concealed that even his face was a blur. 'Tsk, so high and mighty, as if he wants to sever all ties with the world, afraid some filth might tarnish him?'
'It's not like he's some truly righteous and holy person himself!'
"So needlessly mysterious and cryptic. You really know how to put on an act," Sang Luo sneered.
Minos paid her words no mind. His gaze, so intense it felt tangible, fell upon her stomach. "The child you are carrying is mine."
His tone was certain, which wasn't surprising.
