Yun Bixue frowned in confusion as anger surged from her heart.
She had seen a photo of his younger sister. Such a pure and beautiful young lady. The best part of her life had barely started, and yet…
Such a pity. It was a painful loss.
She was dissatisfied with the people who stopped it from happening.
Even if she didn't know who those people were, the anger that was burning within her was telling her that she should do something.
Even if her strength was nothing much, she should do something for his younger sister.
And she felt like she could understand if that man changed because of Xie Limo's younger sister.
If the two were deeply in love, unable to part with one another—where they no longer feared even death—if one of them passed away, the other would be suffering even as he lived.
Yun Bixue clenched her fists tightly and pinched herself. Her heart was a little uncomfortable.
