A face both familiar and strange appeared before her eyes.
"Ru—Little Sister!?"
Listening to that nearly unfamiliar voice, seeing the joy rising on that nearly unfamiliar face, a joy tinged with a guilty smile, Shang Ruyi's breath caught.
This face before her was strange because she hadn't seen it in a dozen years; it was familiar because, despite her loathing and resentment, she couldn't deny he was a handsome man. His most striking bright and shining eyes and tall nose came from the memory of their brilliant, handsome father.
However, compared to the gentle and refined father Shang Ruohong, this person exuded a sharpness from his bones, and even smiling at her, his gaze felt like a painful scrape across her bones.
Shang Ruyi's brow instinctively furrowed.
Because the one calling her "Little Sister" was none other than her own elder brother—Shang Shoufei.
The last time the two met was ten years ago.
