Xu Yan looked seriously at Bai Zhi, holding her hand tightly and repeating his words.
"I'm scared that if someday, we end up on opposing sides, you must kill me without hesitation. Do you understand?"
Xu Yan was afraid, afraid that one day he would inevitably harm his sister.
Just as she understood him, he also understood her; surely she knew something, hence her extreme caution.
But he could never entertain such possibilities, not even subconsciously.
Bai Zhi frowned, pulled Xu Yan's hand towards herself, and closed her eyes to feel more deeply.
Suddenly, she felt something flash by, too swiftly for her to grasp.
Bai Zhi, surprised, pulled him straight into the study and took out a small knife.
"Brother, do you trust me?"
"Of course." He asserted firmly, without a moment's hesitation.
For Xu Yan, the only person he could trust completely was Bai Zhi, not even himself.
Sometimes, he didn't even trust himself.
"Then let's try something."
