A silver‑haired girl with red eyes, who looked to be about fifteen years old, was standing in front of him.
She looked cute and beautiful in her casual clothes—a simple white shirt with short sleeves, paired with a knee‑length pleated skirt in soft blue, comfortable sneakers, and a light scarf loosely tied around her neck. Her silver hair fell in loose waves to her shoulders, framing a heart‑shaped face with bright red eyes that sparkled with mischief and emotion.
Alex looked toward her. "Is that any way to treat your big brother, you brat? You could've gotten hurt if I dodged."
"And I also see that you've picked up a bad habit of eavesdropping on people."
Lily didn't respond with words.
She just kept attacking.
Her movements were flawless martial arts—precise punches targeting pressure points, swift kicks aimed at knees and ribs, footwork light and unerring.
Alex dodged easily, weaving through her strikes. "Were you training all this time? I have to say you've impressed me."
