"I've heard of them," Shang Yu's fingers caressed Li Qiao's jawline, his eyes brimming with interest as he looked at her, "Seven people, which number are you?"
Li Qiao cleared her throat, glancing at him, "The seventh."
It was because she was the youngest.
The man, catching the flicker in her eyes, probably guessed that something must have happened on the border back then for the Border Seven Sons to vanish without a trace overnight.
A few years back, they were unrivaled in the limelight, with countless rumors swirling around them, almost reigning supreme in that lawless land.
Shang Yu couldn't help but be somewhat surprised; his girl was actually one of the Border Seven Sons.
From Yun Lih to Shen Qingye, no wonder she knew so many people on the border—it all had a traceable origin.
Shang Yu noticed her slightly resistant mood, leaned forward to press his forehead against hers, and while speaking, his chilly breath fell on the tip of her nose, "Did you call Shen Qingye here?"
