The woman with messy hair was holding onto a wooden rod, pointing it at Cen Xi fiercely.
As her hair had covered her face, Cen Xi couldn't properly see what she looked like. The woman's voice was also rather hoarse and didn't really sound like her older sister.
Even so, Cen Xi still recognized that the woman was her older sister, Xiao Ying, straight away. Cen Xi cupped her mouth as the tears circling in her eyes finally fell uncontrollably.
Sister… She's really still alive!
Seeing Cen Xi remain standing, the woman raised the wooden rod, swinging it towards Cen Xi to attack her.
Just as the rod was about to touch Cen Xi's throat, Cen Xi called out softly, "Sister."
The rod in the woman's hand fell on the floor with a loud thud. Her slender fingers moved to push her hair away from her face as she stared at Cen Xi.
