"You—"
Duan Yunfei sighed lightly, "Don't be so reckless next time."
Shen Qinglan didn't say anything. She looked at Xuan Ying, who was crying uncontrollably.
Yet, he was unharmed, though his hair and the edges of his clothes were mostly burned.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Wuwuwu—" Xuan Ying pitifully said, "Miss Shen, the sword my father gave me is still inside!"
"And you're still complaining?" Xuan Ming said coldly, "Do you know that because of you, Young Master Le almost lost his life in the fire?"
At that time, everyone was rushing out, but he refused to leave. The room was already burning, but he still wanted to go in and look for the sword.
If Le Zhao hadn't discovered it first, turned back, and pulled him out, he would probably have been reduced to ashes.
Xuan Ming, preoccupied with Duan Yunfei at the time, assumed his foolish brother would follow. Who would have thought that in an emergency, he would turn back?
The thought made him shudder with fear.
