Bai Yi was suddenly grabbed; a sound, as if his bones were about to be twisted apart, came from his arm.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and slowly began to speak, "Lingling, do you really not remember your brother? I am Bai Yi, your brother."
She hadn't paid attention to what followed, but that one call 'Lingling' from his mouth, as though it carried a curse, instantly froze her in place.
Lingling...
That was her nickname.
The unbearably bitter childhood, like scenes from a movie, swept frantically into her mind.
That year, in the harsh winter, she was seven, her brother ten, their parents gone, the siblings were left homeless, wandering the streets.
She fell ill, and without money for her treatment, her brother attempted to steal medicine for her, resulting in someone mangling one of his fingers.
