As a child, my sister never feared the dark, ghosts, and she didn't believe in gods or spirits. Does she believe it now?
What's so good about Yu Jingcheng? He doesn't understand and is even more confused.
Perhaps it's because he doesn't have a lover that he is unable to comprehend his sister's actions.
"I want to see him... I want to see him... Xuan, sister begs you, let me go..."
Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she gently pushed him while clutching his clothes.
She was begging him to crumble because of an absurdly ridiculous matter, he doubted whether his sister had gone mad.
"Sister, don't be like this."
"Let me go..."
"Sister, don't be like this..." Yan Xuan's tone was increasingly dark, and the words were squeezed out from his anger.
"Please... Xuan... "
"Enough!"
Yan Ning was stunned by the angry voice, leaving only the sound of sobbing breaths from time to time.
"I'm sorry, sister... I..." He began to regret yelling at her earlier; he shouldn't have.
