Even when her brother was in danger, she still had the mind to be sad about these things.
She really was useless.
The person who should die was her, she shouldn't let her brother face and endure everything alone.
"So you still love me, right?" A tall figure squatted in front of her, opening his arms and holding her tightly.
Mu Yin was startled, suddenly looked up, and through her blurry teary eyes, saw the extraordinarily handsome face of the man in front of her, "You..."
"If I didn't do this, you wouldn't be willing to admit it, would you?" Bo Fengheng cupped her face, gently wiping away her tears with his warm fingertips, his deep eyes looking at her with endless tenderness and connection.
"You bastard, you lied to me..." Mu Yin came to her senses, feeling both heartache and anger, unable to keep a straight face as she pounced on him, flailing and pounding.
