This was the first time Song Qinghuan had heard Li Chengyun speak to her with such patience since she had known him.
"So, you're my brother?" Song Qinghuan asked in a low and hoarse whisper.
"Brother!" She called again. After calling him, it was as if a pent-up flood had suddenly broken loose, and she started to wail uncontrollably.
Seeing her relative, her closest blood kin, the emotions she had been suppressing, the deep sense of grievance, it all flooded out like a tsunami.
Li Chengyun was taken aback, but recalling Song Qinghuan's call of "brother", a warm and gentle smile crept across his aloof and handsome face.
Adai, who was driving the car, shivered slightly when he saw this through the rear-view mirror.
