Pu Yang, listening to her parents talk, was completely irrational, driven purely by her anger. Her two beautiful, delicate eyebrows instinctively knitted together as she sighed and glanced at her sister lying on the bed, her whole head wrapped in bandages, still uncertain when she might wake up...
Why, Pu Wei... Why must you see others suffer, why hold those marks in your heart for years, harming them and destroying yourself... This isn't the way a smart person would act, sister.
"Knock, knock..."
The sound of knocking echoed, and Xiao Yan pushed the door open and walked in, greeting Pu Jin and Huang Sheng softly. He walked to the bedside and shone a small flashlight into Pu Wei's eyes. Then, putting the flashlight away, he said to Pu Jin and Huang Sheng, "Pu Wei's injuries aren't too light nor too heavy. Rest assured, uncle and aunt, she's in my hands. I will do my best."
"Little Yan, we really owe it to you this time. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be at ease,"
