"Ouch..." Wei Yi Yi cradled her hand and cried out. "My… wrist it---hurts!" Each word uttered caused her body to tremble.
At the very next second, Jiang Liu was thrown out of the picture.
Wei Lian grasped his sister's shoulders with firmness. "Was it strained? Is the pain unbearable?"
The expression on Wei Lian's face remained blank. Even so, his tone that turned a few degrees softer, coaxing, and full of gentle concern, as well as the insulting mouth that disappeared without a trace, all of this become evidence of his true feelings.
As a brother, this man's priorities are amusingly straighter than expected. Despite being swat to the grass by this very person just then, admiration dawned upon Jiang Liu's face. The eyes that he use to view Wei Lian installed a few filters and redeem the man a hundred points.
"…Brother."
"What is it? Let brother see." Wei Lian took Wei Yi Yi arms with caution and brought her wrist in front of his face to see.
