Shujun always believed that of the six brothers in the family, the eldest brother had the cruelest heart, the second brother had the coldest heart, and Yixuan ranked close behind the second brother.
Sometimes, even Shujun was quite curious—what exactly was packed inside Yixuan's little noggin?
In terms of endurance, Yixuan, the youngest, far outdid Haoming and Yue Ning. In terms of scheming, he was unlike her—a belly full of twists and turns—and not like the eldest brother who planned behind the scenes, nor like the second brother who always achieved his goals without causing a ripple.
It seemed like he was always circling the family, but what he really thought, hardly anyone knew.
After wriggling out of the blankets, Shujun washed her face quickly and brushed her teeth with a willow twig, then like a butterfly fluttering its wings askew, she flitted into the kitchen. Yue Ning wasn't idle either; he had previously said that he would help Dong Huiying start the fire after all.
