Huo Yirong, having received a satisfactory reply, did not show a smile.
He looked at his third brother sitting on the sofa, his face as pale as paper, with deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.
His heart was also filled with many questions he wanted to ask, yet he didn't know where to begin.
Huo Yunjiao seemed to know what he was thinking. He patted the spot next to him and spoke gently, "Second brother, come and sit. We haven't talked in a long time. Let's talk today."
He played with the remaining seventeen Buddha Beads in his hand, his pale, clearly defined slender fingers enhanced in beauty by the cracked beads.
Huo Yirong walked forward and sat next to him.
His hands rested on his knees, looking somewhat restless.
Huo Yunjiao looked at him sideways, a smile lingering on his face, his speech slow and gentle, "Second brother, what do you want to ask?"
Huo Yirong's lips were tightly pursed as he suppressed his panic and asked point-blank, "Who are you?"
