Weak and fragile?
All the guards of the Xia family who couldn't even get up were wide-eyed!
Xiao Yun who came with Ye Junqing, stood at the living room's entrance. Seeing the disastrous scene of the Xia family and their fallen guards, he crossed his arms, somewhat disbelieving. Was this really the work of Miss Ye?
He expressed... his doubts.
Xia Ye Zhao, not caring about the wording of Ye Junqing, was completely consumed by thoughts of his frail little sister. His gaze fell on Ye Xingguang, feeling a sense of familiarity the first time he saw her.
Now, looking at the girl misty-eyed and held in Ye Junqing's arms, Xia Ye Zhao finally realized where that familiar feeling was coming from.
It was those eyes...
Those eyes that weren't treated gently...
Those misty eyes looking at him...
Those eyes longing to be loved...
Just like his little sister when she was young...
Suddenly, his heart clenched.
"Forget it." Ye Xingguang averted her gaze.
