"Huo Beichen, I'm fine..."
Despite the obvious danger, a knife pressed against her throat, Ye Nuanxi still insisted she was fine upon seeing Huo Beichen's trembling legs as he stood up, "Lin Feng, take him back. I don't want a disabled man as my husband!"
Huo Beichen: "..."
"Bang!"
"Clang!"
"Ah!!"
The sound of coughing, the dagger hitting the ground, and the simultaneous screams all erupted together, followed by a cold voice at the doorway, commanding and imperious, like a messenger of vengeance reborn from Hell, "Didn't you hear my sister telling you to stay seated properly!"
Sister?
That was a familiar voice that made her suffocate with remembrance, one that she had clearly etched in her deepest marrow even after being apart for four years. Ye Nuanxi stared dumbfounded at the man in black leather, her gaze fixed on the face hidden behind black sunglasses and a mask. She spoke with a trembling voice, word by word, "Brother, is that you?"
Is it?
Was her brother still alive?
