Si Jiuyou suddenly froze.
Realizing she'd said the wrong thing, she silently scolded herself, then answered as if nothing had happened,
"Nothing. Just a friend I used to have. A… stubborn good person."
Fan Wubing stared fixedly at Si Jiuyou, his gaze like the bloody maw of a savage beast, about to swallow her whole.
He didn't believe it was just that.
"Why is it that the moment I hear that name, it hurts so much!" He ground out the words between his teeth, speaking in a muffled voice like his chest was pinned beneath a boulder.
Si Jiuyou rose and walked toward the terrace at the side, her floor-length scarlet-gold dress displaying a power and nobility that brooked no blasphemy,
"That's your problem."
It seemed only at times like this that this blockheaded senior sister of his showed herself to be sharp and wise.
Fan Wubing couldn't find the slightest weakness on her, couldn't pry out a single detail about the name "Jiang Ran."
