Suddenly feeling a sense of loss, an unusual emotion flashed across his eyes so quickly that Ye Xinluo couldn't quite catch it before it disappeared.
He sighed softly, as if recalling something he dared not remember, his head slightly bowed, quietly gazing at the ground.
Ye Xinluo was taken aback; this was the first time she had seen this side of Ling Haoyu, and she found him somewhat desolate.
Yes, desolate.
Thinking she might have accidentally touched on a painful subject for him, she was about to change the topic when Ling Haoyu lifted his head, "She's my sister."
Ye Xinluo nodded and smiled, "Being Mr. Ling's sister must be a very happy thing. Why do you seem so sad?"
It's obvious he must be very fond of his sister! She's probably another little princess held in the palm of someone's hand...
Ling Haoyu stared unblinkingly into her eyes, hoping to detect even a hint of unusual emotion within. But her gaze was too clear, showing no reaction at all to the topic he mentioned.
