He took a few steps closer to Xie Lian and said softly, “Look, gege, this is Eming.” The eye upon the scimitar that hung at his waist rattled as it swiveled in Xie Lian’s direction. It might’ve been Xie Lian’s imagination, but he thought that silver eye was subtly squinting into a crescent.
HC scmitar liking XL is my favoirte
