"Nonsense, you are my younger brother, how could I mistake you? If I did, then so be it!" The girl cried as she spoke with determination.
Her hands clutched tightly to Zhang Chen's clothes, as if afraid he would run away. In the struggle, a horrifying, scarlet mark was revealed on her skin, crimson and scabbed, looking terrifying.
Zhang Chen set down the crystal pork knuckle, his eyes moved to the girl's wrist. Noticing Zhang Chen's gaze, the girl quickly released her grip, pulling her hands back into her sleeves.
Zhang Chen looked at the girl, his mind swirling with thoughts. She met his gaze with a nervous face, like a frightened fawn, her complexion no longer rosy but a ghastly pale.
Upon closer inspection, Zhang Chen could see faint handprints on the girl's cheeks, concealed with makeup, making them nearly invisible. Had they not been so close, Zhang Chen would not have noticed anything amiss.
