She set down the big bag of stuff and extended her empty right hand towards Jiang Yang. Her fingers were fair and slender, with nails glistening with a healthy luster adorned with half-moon suns. Nan Fei then turned her palm face up.
She spread open her palm and slowly clenched her fingers, making a fist.
"Did you see that? Sister has now grasped destiny in her own hands. This is my destiny, and now my heart is strong enough that it will never be broken again, so Sister is very strong."
Nan Fei smiled, casting aside her worries, and said with a spirited look, "You have to believe in Sister, and you have to believe in yourself as well."
Jiang Yang bit his lip and finally shook his head.
Nan Fei was startled, "What's wrong? Don't you believe in Sister?"
"It's not that," Jiang Yang said seriously, like an adult, "I don't want Sister's protection, I can protect Sister."
Afraid Nan Fei wouldn't believe him, he nodded firmly, "You have to believe me, I can definitely do it."
