A warm, large hand emerged from the darkness and rested on Chen Lingya's shoulder.
Chen Lingya's gaze sharpened, ready to throw a shoulder throw.
"It's me." The voice from behind interrupted her shoulder throw action.
Chen Lingya paused, turned her head to look at her brother, who had appeared behind her at some unknown time, and said annoyed, "How come you make no sound when you walk? Believe it or not, next time I'll throw you so hard you might die."
"I've been standing here all along. You were just too focused to notice me," Chen Xing said.
"Why aren't you staying in the rest area? What are you doing here?"
"Checking if you were crying or not. If you shed some tears, someone has to offer you a tissue. Otherwise, wouldn't that be too miserable?"
"Get lost! I'll see how you fight him later," Chen Lingya scoffed coldly.
Then, as if sensing that her words didn't match the aura she usually presented.
