Yan Yiqi was rendered speechless by Qin Mei's blunt words, his face turning pale in an instant.
The Qin Family's attitude was all too clear; they had no regard for the Yan Family.
Yan Xirong struggled to sit up from the bed, his eyes measuring the three outstanding Qin siblings before him, left behind by his younger sister.
At last, his gaze settled on Qin Ruan. The girl resembled his sister to some extent, but her aura was distinctly different.
His sister's image was tender and charming, her nature lively and bright. Her every word and action bore the cultivated noble demeanor of the Yan Family.
Yet Qin Ruan's inherent coolness was like the moon, as distant as a snow lotus, inexplicably heart-wrenching.
Yan Xirong knew it was Qin Ruan who had saved him before. He beckoned to her, "Girl, come here and let me have a look at you."
Under his earnest and longing gaze, Qin Ruan subconsciously stepped towards him.
