He leaned down, carefully kissed her injured cheek, then stopped, his voice low, "I'll tell you later, wait for me, I'll go find an ice pack."
As he spoke, he turned to leave.
Ye Lantian quickly grabbed his hand, "Don't blame yourself, I'm not in pain. I just want to know, who is she? Isn't she really your sister?"
Clearly, she called him brother, so how could she not be a sister?
If not a sister, then what kind of relationship is it?
Actually, as long as he explained things clearly, she wouldn't care too much. After all, their relationship wasn't public, so misunderstandings were inevitable.
"She's my parents' adopted daughter. They died saving her, and taking advantage of my grandfather's affection for her, she behaves like a Miss He, causing trouble everywhere."
"She's the woman I hate the most in this life, the one I least want to see. If I could, I would prefer to have nothing to do with her ever again." The old stories, he didn't want to relive.
