"No...how could he..." Long Yishin's eyes shook as they watered. "He...he was murdered?!"
Long Yun placed a hand on her upper back and led her from the corridors to her office. He kept mum until he had locked the door to her room.
He made her sit on the leather sofa as he grabbed a chair to sit facing her.
"Xiao-shin, you may wanna take a look at this." He produced a piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it to her.
She stared at the piece of paper, in a daze, for a minute, before finally taking it from him with trembling fingers.
She looked at her brother, seemingly anticipating instructions.
Long Yun sighed. He thought that this little sister of his is a little girl again, awaiting instructions as she did not know how to proceed.
She had only been so for a few years. Due to her intellect, he often finds her having more knowledge than he has, so she rarely asks him for guidance.
At this point, she seemed lost.
