"Elder sister, he asked me... to give this to you." Yan Xuan took out the jade pendant, and as he did so, it felt as though the proverbial delicate paper screen between them was finally torn apart.
Yan Ning stared blankly at the jade pendant, and then lifted her head woodenly, her tear-filled eyes red as if stained with blood.
Looking at her little brother, who hung his head and dared not look at her, she couldn't utter a single word for a moment.
How could she not know what Xuan meant? The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Personnel.
But... but her Cheng had died; he was dead and could never come back.
And yet Xuan dared to ask her... dared to desire her to...
Her breaths grew shorter and shorter, and the pressure on her chest felt as if a stone were blocking her breathing, while Xuan held a knife, stabbing it into her heart, one cut after another!
"Yan Xuan! You... you... "
