The sky brightened. After a night of rolling thunder and lightning, rain finally began to fall.
It swept away the oppressive heat of the past few days.
Yun Kuang came to the front hall, feeling the rare cool breeze, and stretched lazily.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, his brows furrowed.
It was Yun Ying.
With a complex feeling, he answered the call.
In the moment before answering, he thought to himself:
If only you would proactively mention it, apologize, or even show a little concern for your brother, I would forgive you.
"Brother, is there really no way to get that talisman back? It's such a waste; it should have been used on Yun Qi..."
As soon as the call connected, Yun Ying began talking non-stop on the other end, her tone full of regret.
Listening to the familiar voice, Yun Kuang's heart felt cold.
The sister now seemed so unfamiliar, as if she had become a different person.
She wasn't like this before.
