Huo Meiying, who was called, raised her head and saw Huo Jinghua smiling brightly at her. However, her gaze was attracted by the bandage wrapped around his head. There were some stains of blood, creating a stark contrast against the clean white color of the bandage.
She slowly walked towards his bed. Instead of wearing shoes with high heels like the refined women from the wealthy families do, she wore flat shoes. "Did it hurt?" she asked. Her cold and low voice subconsciously became softer as she faced her youngest brother. Her usually dull eyes regained its luster, likewise with Huo Jinghua whose eyes are bright as he stared at her.
Only he respects her, unlike his elder three brothers, who are her younger brothers, too.
Huo Jinghua shook his head as a response. He's smiling stupidly like a child. "I am fine, jie." He answered and grinned at her to assure her.
