Seeing her like this, his thick eyebrows raised again as he pulled her hand away from the fruit knife, "Let me do it."
"It's just peeling an apple." She protested.
"You've already cut your hand."
"Who hasn't cut their hands while working in the kitchen?"
"Nana." He forcibly took the knife from her hand, speaking in a very soft and light voice, "You should be clear about what kind of person your brother is."
She suddenly looked up, gazing at his elegant and composed side profile, thinking to herself: He has seen through it all.
"Don't think any unnecessary thoughts. Your brother is no fool, and perhaps your disappearance as a child affected me somewhat, but my life is undoubtedly my own to control, understand?" After saying this, seeing the flickering uncertainty in her downcast eyes, he freed a finger to tap her on the head, "My clever sister shouldn't be looking so dejected."
