Xinyan felt that Jing'an's usually smiling eyes were stabbing at her like a sharp sword. Even the cherry lips that always called her sister also outlined a smile that was not pure and full of coldness.
She was scared, really scared.
"No! Don't!" Xinyan stood up suddenly, the terrible dream still lingering in front of her eyes.
Jing'an, even if one day comes, I will never let you down.
Because, I'm afraid, you will cry.