His words were like warm currents that flooded his brother's heart, heating up the latter's cold and numb body.
Tilting his head, Little Yichen asked teasingly, "Aren't you afraid?"
His brother turned his calm and steady gaze on him and drawled, "You are teasing me."
A kingly elegance could be detected in his words; he was sure and composed.
It was hard to explain how this boy, with his tender face, could evoke such awe-inspiring charisma in his every move and word.
"What should we do now?"
His younger sibling lowered his eyes and leaned forward slightly while spouting leisurely, "We'll wait."
…
At the hospital.
Yun Shishi woke up from her nightmare with a start. She sat up abruptly in the bed when a snow-white world faded into her eyes.
She could smell the strong and familiar antiseptic smell of a hospital.
