Hong Ya, the little senior sister, stepped half a red embroidered shoe across the threshold, then quietly withdrew it.
She dragged a small stool from the corner of the room, moved it to the bedside, sat down with her hands on her cheeks, and said like she was listening to a story: "Little junior brother, tell me the details, senior sister loves to listen."
Feng Mu blinked, wanting to speak but holding back.
Hong Ya suddenly realized: "Oh, right, you just entered the sect, so you don't trust me yet. According to Third Senior Brother, this is called 'people's hearts are separated by a belly,' and trust needs to be built time and again, by killing together."
Third Senior Brother?
In Feng Mu's mind appeared Zhao Zhixin's slightly righteous square face, then he looked at the little senior sister before him, pure and kind-hearted.
