After saying her piece, Mu Qiubai sharply ended the call. She had put so much thought into her words, how could her brother still want her to turn herself in?
What a stubborn, old-fashioned mind he has.
Mu Qiubai sat in her chair, her arm just set and cast, her face pale and still angry about the telephone call.
The silhouette opposite her swirled the red wine glass in hand, "Your brother is quite unlike you, upright and honourable, a life led forthrightly... while I might not like such people, I still admire them a little."
Mu Qiubai somewhat hated Mu Weibai. Why couldn't he be kinder to her, his own little sister?
Had it been any other person's older brother who knew his younger sister liked Kang Chen, they would have tried their best to help them get together. But him? Forever putting a stop to everything...
Now, she was forced to flee, instead of thinking of ways to help her escape, he even suggested she turn herself in.
