"Sister..." Bian Yue felt the pain on her wrist and couldn't help but frown, whispering, "Li Sihe is different from the other people of the Li Family to me, between us... there is kinship."
But Bian Shu was looking at Bian Yue with a coldness growing in her eyes. Suddenly, she flung Bian Yue's hand away. Bian Yue, unprepared, fell to the ground, her palms burning with pain.
Her back hit the cabinet, and a vase fell to the floor and shattered.
Shen Jinci had been standing at the door; he had developed a heavier smoking habit recently and always sneaked a smoke whenever Bian Yue wasn't aware.
Now, the loud noise in the room alerted Shen Jinci to a sense of danger. He snuffed out his cigarette without any hesitation and strode in.
