Chen Pingchuan pressed his ear tightly against the door.
In fact, even without doing so, his keen sense of hearing was enough to discern the movements inside. However, a force called habit compelled him to make this move involuntarily.
Hearing the rustling of someone cleaning up glass shards outside, Chen Pingchuan turned and walked to Belia's bed. He pulled a chair from the desk and sat directly opposite her, staring straight into her eyes.
Chen Pingchuan had expected his sister to be frightened. To his surprise, not only was she unafraid, but she stared back at him with blazing eyes.
Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, Chen Pingchuan gave up on his plan to intimidate her. "Alright, alright, stop staring," he said, finally breaking. "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Not afraid!"
Belia's eyes were so bright that Chen Pingchuan felt a pang of self-reproach.
