"Sister Nan Fei, let me blow on it for you." Jiang Yang gently blew on Nan Fei's already bruised arm, and even gently rubbed it with his small hand. "There, it's alright now. Big brother told me it won't hurt if you blow on it."
Nan Fei couldn't help but laugh. But even though she wanted to smile, it was harder than crying. The resentment she had once forgotten, the irritation from all the past schemes and conflicts, surged up from the depths of her heart all at once, making her eyes cold and her demeanor sharp.
Such a slender figure, yet at this moment, it was as steady and indestructible as a mountain.
She pursed her lips and turned to give Tang Qian a cold laugh. There was an indescribable mockery in her smile, chilling to the bone.
This caused Tang Qian to be taken aback, and she instinctively took a step back.
