He lowered his eyes to look at the girl in front of him.
She was beautiful, and although her complexion was pale, it only made her appear more delicate and pitiable.
Especially now, as she looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
It made him want to cherish her even more.
As long as Lu Ting looked at any man with that expression, it was unlikely that he would not be moved with compassion.
However, Lu Jingzhi's emotions were tumultuous at the moment; he just looked at Lu Ting, wanting her to clarify things.
Lu Ting's gaze struggled and evaded, and after a moment, as if decisively resigning herself to her fate, she said with a face accepting of death, "I don't just see you as a brother—I want you to belong only to me. I was afraid that you would avoid me if you knew, so I've been holding back, letting no one notice."
"Until Qiao Yun came back. Even knowing she was your biological sister, I still worried you would give the affection you had for me to Qiao Yun. I didn't want that!"
