"Howling, my *ss. Our little sister was crying out to me!" With his mind recalling the earlier telepathic bond, Fu Qingxuan snuffled and could not hide the worry in his eyes. He let out a deep sigh and gut-wrenchingly said, "She got hurt again."
"Where?" Fu Qingli's pupils dilated as a flashback brought him to the dash of red on Shen Xi's fair ankle.
"I don't know. I felt a sudden pain, but it quickly subsided." Fu Qingxuan murmured while keeping his head down.
He was breaking in cold sweat inside the wardrobe, afraid to be discovered. He was not paying attention to where it hurt the moment the pain hit. Could it be heartache?
"Useless piece of sh*t." Fu Qingli never held back when giving Fu Qingxuan the dressing-down. He continued by asking, "Try and remember. Was it the ankle?"
Fu Qingli then grimaced at his own question. Frustrated, he clenched his fists.
Was he out of his mind?
