Han Xuan's heart was stabbed. She and her brother were orphans since childhood. Both of their parents died. Her brother was very good to her. He was her brother and also her father. Her brother gave her the best things in the world. Later, she fell in love with Zhou Yao, but Zhou Yao was heartless to her. The only warmth she had in the past four years was those warm memories of her brother.
Her brother was the only weakness in her heart. Unfortunately, her brother had died too early. The honor of that revolutionary martyr was earned with his blood and life. How could she bear to tarnish it?
She was filled with hatred. Why did Zhou Yao use her brother to threaten her?
"Han Xuan, have you thought it through? I'll give you three seconds. I want to hear your answer."
"One..."
"Two..."
"Three..."
"Wait!" Han Xuan said with red eyes.
Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows. He stood up and put the gun back into his waist. He opened the door.
