Until the makeup artist came to touch up the bruise at the corner of her mouth, Bi Xia still hadn't recovered.
After Luo Hao left those words, he left. Although it was just a few light words, Bi Xia knew how important the information hidden in those words was.
Having a support is certainly important, but it's not as important as being your own support.
The starlit eyes slightly narrowed, those pupils containing endless starry sky were deep and profound. Indeed... still not enough?
Just as Luo Hao said, when you are truly strong, you won't need to worry about this or that.
"Hiss—"
The sharp pain transmitted to the nerves, Bi Xia pulled at the corner of her mouth, turned away, half-squinted her starry eyes, her tongue pressed against the corner of her mouth. She didn't need to sacrifice herself just to help her brothers, nor did she want to bring a sense of helplessness to her brothers.
