"Did you have a fight with my brother?"
She didn't say it loudly, but on such a night, with the two of them so close that they could barely hear each other's breathing, this question hit like a thunderbolt.
It carried the force of a thunderclap, shaking one's soul to the core.
"…!"
Yu Wenye immediately stopped.
But he didn't move; he stood silently at the doorway. His stout and strong figure was already blended into the darkness, and the longer he remained silent, the harder it was to distinguish him. After an unknown period, when he finally spoke, his deep voice almost blended with the night, bringing a stifling sense of oppression—
"You mean I hit him."
"...!"
From behind came the sound of Shang Ruyi taking a deep breath, seemingly suppressed, her voice low and adding a tinge of dryness: "My brother is injured."
"…"
"Even Nie Chong isn't hurt, but he is."
"…"
"If you really met a thief, Nie Chong should have been the first to protect you."
"…"
