Yun Rui was very quiet, but when Gao Yang looked at him, it seemed as if he sensed it, and he turned his head to look at Gao Yang.
Those large, black eyes looked like a deep pool, making it impossible to see through at just one glance. Once you looked at them, you could never pull your gaze away.
As a policeman, and one who specialized in homicide cases, Gao Yang had seen bloodshed, and his gaze could be quite sharp.
But when he met Yun Rui's calm, deep eyes, he still felt somewhat overwhelmed.
The child's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
After staring at Yun Rui for a full two or three minutes, Gao Yang finally pulled his gaze back, feeling a bit uneasy.
Yun Rui's behavior indeed resembled that of a simple, naïve child, very focused, very persistent, and very calm, without the liveliness and excitement typical of children his age.
Gao Yang cleared his throat, composed himself, and then slowly reached out to turn the door handle, entering the room.
