Chen Xiyuan felt that this man had already found a way to court death.
Although the young brother beside her didn’t seem like someone who liked to announce his family’s legacy out in the open, in her understanding, others treated affiliation with the Dragon King household as a kind of status embellishment — while the boy before her took it as a responsibility.
Chen Xiyuan lowered her head again and looked at Li Zhuiyuan.
What surprised her was that the boy, whom she expected to be furious, or at least to have a cold light flash in his eyes, remained perfectly calm.
Her domain, combined with the isolation formation the boy had set, hid the five of them as much as possible; the only thing that could easily leak out was murderous intent.
But he had none.
Chen Xiyuan blinked at Li Zhuiyuan.
He didn’t react.
She bent a little and leaned forward, blinking hard again.
Li Zhuiyuan had to turn his head slightly to look at her.
Chen Xiyuan’s eyes pointed forward, meaning: if he wanted, Sister would go help him finish that man off.
Kindness at its heart is responsibility and a bottom line — not meaningless softness.
Chen Xiyuan was kind, but when she’d killed that member of the Yu family who had been tailing them in front of the soup shop that night, she’d been just as decisive.
She was afraid the soup would get cold.