The boy in front of her had a face that was similar to hers. When he spoke, his tone was casual and teasing, but Lu Yao could hear his worry and pretended to be relaxed.
It was good to be reborn. Her brother was still standing in front of her, safe and sound. There was still time. The other party's unrestrained smile made Lu Yao forget when she had last seen him.
In her previous life, Lu Yao still remembered his dejected look. Thinking about it now, Lu Yao still felt her heart ache.
Lu Yu's eyes still had their glow. He was still the young man in fresh clothes.
Lu Yao rolled her eyes at the other party and slapped his hand away. She said fiercely, "Little brat, you don't even call me sister."
Lu Yu stood motionless. He could have easily dodged Lu Yao's palm, but he didn't. He let the other party's hand slap at his hand. He even sent his hand forward when the other party's palm landed, afraid that the other party couldn't hit him.
