He looked at her face, and the emotions he had been suppressing suddenly seemed uncontrollable, and he started to shed tears dazedly.
Teardrops, as big as beans, fell into her hand. Qin Miaomiao only felt a little ache in her heart and liver, reaching out to embrace him, gently patting his shoulder, comforting him:
"There, there, I'm here as your sister now. From now on, I'm your real sister. No one can bully you. Your enemies are my enemies."
Ou Beichen buried his head deep into her shoulder, holding her tightly. This soft body in his arms became his strongest support.
It was as if all his grievances were vented, making her shoulder soaking wet with tears.
When he came to his senses, he resumed his previous cold demeanor, though his eyes looked a bit red.
"I will kill Ouyang Yan."
"Mm, I believe you."
"I can't find my brother's body."
"Then let Ouyang Yan's blood be the sacrifice."
