Yu Lingluo gulped as she stared down at her hand that was turning white from Yu Zhen's tight grip.
"O-ouch! It hurts!" she complained.
No less than a second later, he released her.
Yu Lingluo sighed in relief and rubbed the throbbing spot. In the midst of her distraction, Hu Dengxiao had slipped away. But she was occupied with something else now.
She had always known her brother had a short temper. But he rarely lost it in front of her. Today was different.
A thunder cloud had rolled over his face, creating a deep scowl. Lightning crackled in his eyes, vicious and stormy. He was deeply irritated. The temperature around them dropped, but his anger wasn't directed towards her.
"What's wrong?" Yu Lingluo asked in a sullen voice. She pouted, despite knowing he wasn't mad at her.
"Nothing, go." He flicked his wrist.
