Blood trickled slowly from the wound on her forehead where the long sword had touched.
The girl's eyes were incredibly calm, indifferent.
The air was so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard.
I merely glanced at her stunningly beautiful eyes unintentionally, and my lips came together.
I whispered without a sound, "Qing Li."
"What... Yu Er...? What did you say... say what?" Yu Rongling, who was also staring at the girl's eyes that were strikingly similar to Qing Li's, stammered.
There was desolation in the girl's eyes, like the broken walls and ruins of a city after a war, "I said, you are my real brother, and if you want my life, take it."
"What a joke, I... I only have one real brother, I don't have any real sisters." Yu Rongling straightened his chest arrogantly, answering with disdain.
The girl lowered her eyelashes, and her long, curled lashes veiled her deep-lake eyes, "Whether you acknowledge it or not doesn't matter, it's all the same to me."
