Chapter 119: Threshold (5)
If we really had met in the past, it would be something Liam would remember, even after all these years. If meeting eighteen-year-old Liam wasn’t just a dream but reality, then twenty-two-year-old Liam would remember me too.
Liam’s eyes widened, almost popping out. In that instant, I realised it. We had indeed met before.
Yes, I acknowledge it. Liam Moore was incredibly smart, and his memory was exceptional to the point where comparing it to others would be an insult.
His hand braced against the tree, and his eyes, at a similar height, stared deeply into mine as if searching for something. His intense gaze made me turn my eyes away, feeling awkward. Then, he lightly tapped my cheek, as if to make me look at him again. Reluctantly, I met his gaze.
Too close. That thought crossed my mind briefly. Indeed, too close. I could hear his breathing. Liam’s shoulders, clad in a waistcoat, moved slightly with each breath.
I felt like I might lose my mind from his shallow breaths and the sudden proximity of his grey eyes. Damn it, why is Liam always so beautiful?
In his clear, light-coloured eyes, there were fragments like pieces of a star, slowly swirling, glittering patterns. I realised this was proof of his magical power because I had undoubtedly changed.
Finally, Liam’s lips curled into a smirk. It was almost defiant. He gently placed his hand on my (or rather, Dylan’s) cheek, letting out a soft sigh.
“Why on earth can’t you find your way, huh?”