"Grandpa, grandma, I'll go back first."
Li Junxi's eyes, which used to be as bright as Obsidian, had long turned gray. It was as if he was looking at ruan Mengmeng through a layer of mist, and the light in his eyes had disappeared.
Without waiting for ruan Mengmeng to stop him, the delicate and cold-looking boy walked out and brushed past ruan Mengmeng.
Ruan Mengmeng's cold, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. She knew that Xiaoxi was her brother, but because of what Zhan Yang had planted in her, it was difficult for her to have the same blood-thicker than water-feelings she had for li Junxi in the past.
But now, when she saw the boy's misty eyes, the cold and straight corners of his mouth, and his cold and delicate little face, her heart twitched.
Ruan Mengmeng turned around and subconsciously grabbed li Junxi's shoulder. Because she had used too much force, she forgot to control her strength ...
