Chen Ran, Xiao Jinfeng, and the others were frozen for a moment.
"Sister?"
The word sounded strange, even jarring, in their ears.
Jiang Jiamian, perfectly composed, tilted his head toward Ling Zhuang. Ling Zhuang stood quietly at the side, calm and detached, as though he were content to let the scene unfold without interference.
So Jiang Jiamian straightened, his face earnest, and lied with breathtaking confidence. "Ah, yes. My dear sister. At the beginning of the apocalypse we got separated. What a coincidence, to meet her again now. Clearly, fate still binds us as brother and sister."
Jiang Qing's pale face stiffened, her lips curling into a bitter smile as she looked at the tall, upright figure before her. With just a few casual words, he had erased every fragile fantasy she once harbored about him.
