After the inspection, Fang Yong was already certain that this group of people was not the one he was searching for, but he was somewhat reluctant to let them leave.
He mainly couldn't bear to let that beautiful girl go. That girl was just too stunning, so much so that Fang Yong's heart was still fluttering uncontrollably.
As a wanderer who loved to rove among flowers, Fang Yong even had the thought that if he could have such a beauty by his side, it would be worth giving up his frivolous lifestyle to stay with her alone.
Just at that moment, the frail-looking youth coughed a couple of times, giving Fang Yong a topic to discuss. He addressed the beautiful girl, "Is this your brother? He seems unwell. Is he sick?"
The girl heard this and showed a worried expression, her brows slightly furrowing with a hint of gentle sorrow, adding a more endearing quality.
Her voice was also pleasant, clear and melodious, reminiscent of a sweet-singing oriole.
