Jiang Ye doted on the younger sister who had been lost outside the family when she was little.
Perhaps she had suffered as a child. Even now, though she was raised in luxury, she was still tiny, and whenever she was wronged, all she could do was softly call him “Big Brother.”
His mother was exhausting herself trying to find a husband for his sister, and he was worried, too. What kind of man could he find so that she might live out her life in peace and safety?
Until… he passed an empty alley and saw his “fragile” sister chewing on a candied hawthorn stick, kicking a burly man eight feet tall so hard he got stuck in the wall.
Jiang Ye, letting out a shrill scream like a groundhog: The sweet little angel I had in my heart is gone!!!
Pretty good!