"Okay, enough of that, little guy..." Jiarong, earlier helpless, now felt a wave of fondness for her brother as she reached out and playfully grabbed his face. "When did I give you the right to decide about my marriage? I'll marry whoever I want. If you keep scaring people away like this, you'll turn your sister into a lonely widow before I even get married!"
"..."
For a brief moment, Wang Xiao's expression darkened, his thoughts drifting to a distant memory. In her words, he saw a shadow of someone else—Xinyue Zhilan—before he shook his head, freeing himself from her grasp. "It's fine," he said, his voice more subdued. "You won't be single for long."
"Huh?" Jiarong's eyes twitched in confusion. How does he even know that I'm single? She sighed inwardly, feeling both amused and frustrated by her brother's overprotectiveness.
