Opening the back door, the familiar voice huddled together and the watery eyes fixed on him.

"brother."

Ye Miaofu'er, if he remembers correctly, this is not the first time Ye Shui-mo has done so.

Ye's ink and wash fell badly and her arms were blue and purple. She was afraid that her brother would scold her and tried to hide behind her.

This anomaly made Ye Miao pay more attention, pulled her arm, and really saw the bruises on it.

"Get off."

"Brother, I'm wrong. Don't leave me here."

Ye Shui-mo was afraid that her angry brother would really leave her behind. He knew vaguely in his heart that in...