Her jet-black soft hair made her look even more pitiable.
Sitting on the sofa, she said nothing, but looked down at her own hands.
"Drink it." He Bainian heated a cup of milk and handed it to her.
"Brother, have you seen her?" He Nuoxin asked softly, her whole being like a wandering soul.
He Bainian was silent, naturally knowing who "her" referred to in He Nuoxin's words.
"I covered for you tonight, but you must promise me, there can never be a second time!"
He Bainian rarely spoke to He Nuoxin in such a firm tone.
He Nuoxin looked up in a daze.
"Brother, what makes her better than me?"
Her pretty features were like a porcelain doll, but without a trace of vitality.
"He Nuoxin!" He Bainian growled low, mixed with anger.
He Nuoxin's eyes gradually focused on He Bainian's face and suddenly she gave a soft smile.
"Brother, I'm hungry."
He Bainian tightly pressed his lips, yet a string in his heart was continuously tense.
"I'll order food."
