Zi Lingxi lay in bed for the entire afternoon without eating dinner. When night fell, she was still in a daze.
Huang Luoxiu's figure kept appearing in her mind.
From the time she met Huang Luoxiu when she was thirteen years old to her brother, he didn't seem to have changed. He was always so noble and cold, so elegant, and so noble that he was born with. It wasn't something that could be learned easily.
He had such an imposing aura and was so infatuated with her. She had thought about her brother's identity before. Previously, she had only thought that he was the son of a rich family.
At that time, she already felt that her brother was very powerful, because the castle she lived in and the island were all her brother's properties.
However, at the beginning, her vision had not been broadened.
