"It's not my brother, could it be my husband?"
Han Keke's scalp tingled, and she couldn't help but grouse at the person on the other end of the phone, "Tell me, dear Nuannuan, aren't you feeling a bit lonely and cold, eavesdropping on our conversation in the middle of the night without hanging up?"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
Was she eavesdropping?
"Yeah, I am feeling lonely and cold. It's not like some people whose brother cares enough to check in on them in the middle of the night. As for me..."
At this point, Ye Nuanxi's heart inexplicably sank. The boastful and enchanting face of Ye Mu Fang instinctively flashed through her mind. How wonderful it would have been if he were still here. Unfortunately, not even her innocence or her lifetime of happiness could bring back her brother's precious life. "Actually, Keke, I envy you for having such a brother, not by blood, but closer than if he were."
