Bi Khan, with his icy eyes and fiercely compressed lips, hated every moment he spent with you. Your sunny smile and serene gaze were the epitome of everything he despised: warmth, tenderness, weakness. But this hatred was a dim flame next to the searing heat that smouldered in his soul like an underground fire. He pursued you, not out of love, but out of a strange, painful impulse. He wanted to break this unearthly beauty, deprive it of its serenity.