On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Yu Jinzhao tilted her head back, tears welling up in her eyes, her nose stinging, and she choked up, unable to speak.

She gripped Bo Sibai's hand even tighter.

The girl's palms were sweaty and a little warmer than normal, gradually burning against his icy body temperature.

Bo Sibai lived in an unforgivable darkness.

The ever-present shadow corroded his heart like sulfuric acid.

People who seem gentle on the outside are actually rotten to the core.

He could no longer feel the sunlight; even with his eyes open, everything seemed black.

However, at this moment, the thick black fog that shrouded his heart was quickly dispelled, and his childhood self, trapped in the quagmire, glimpsed the light of day in an instant.

The nightmare vanished, and he saw a sky full of stars.

Yu Jinzhao was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get over it, so after thinking for a moment, she asked in a tempting tone, "Do you want to know more about her?"

"younger sister……"

Bo Sibai opened his mouth and called out softly.

Before she could answer, he called out again, "Sister..."

younger sister

younger sister

younger sister

His calls were urgent and fervent, as if he wanted to make up for everything that had been missing for her over the past twenty years.

Yu Jinzhao's breathing trembled as she answered with repeated "Mmm".

Bo Sibai could no longer restrain himself and hugged her tightly, his long arms encircling her, burying his face in the crook of her shoulder.

The scent of snow from the Cangshan Mountains wafted from the man's breath.

Yu Jinzhao sniffed hard; she liked the smell, just like the one on her mother.

From their very first meeting, she felt a strong connection with him, thinking he resembled her mother.

Everything has a traceable path.

Family love is truly the most mysterious thing in the world.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to find you."

Suddenly, Bo Xingzhou's panicked voice rang out.

She was being held by Bo Sibai, her chin slightly raised, meeting Bo Xingzhou's bloodshot eyes.

The man stood ramrod straight, his handsome face, always cold and indifferent, revealing not a trace of emotion.

But she could clearly see that there was a faint trace of blood seeping from the corners of his tightly pursed thin lips.

"Don't bite," she said, staring into his eyes.

Bo Xingzhou paused in his breathing, subconsciously loosened his jaw, and only then did he realize the pain.

Looking at Yu Jinzhao's bright face, he felt his throat go dry.

I still remember the first time I met the girl; it was in the back garden of the Imperial Garden.

She mistook him for Gu Yunsheng and hugged him, but he mistakenly thought she had ulterior motives and was initially quite critical of her.

Even though he was clearly attracted to her eyes.

And the charm she exudes in her every gesture, the way her eyes and brows reveal her... she looks exactly like her aunt.

Yet, the more he deliberately distanced himself from her, the more likely he was to do so.

Because I always think of my aunt and sister.

Bo Sibai wasn't the only one having nightmares over the years.

The difference is that in Bo Sibai's dreams, his sister comes to find him.

In his dreams, there were only rivers stretching to the horizon.

"younger sister."

Bo Xingzhou's thin lips moved slightly, and he called out.

Yu Jinzhao felt a sense of familiarity when he saw his face, which was exactly the same as his senior brother's.

This warmth seems to be innate.

She used to say that because of her senior brother, even though he didn't like her and deliberately treated her coldly, she still couldn't help feeling close to him.

Now that he understood the sibling relationship between the two, an indescribable emotion welled up inside him.

A sense of closeness arises, like clusters of fireworks blooming in the heart, illuminating the entire sky.

"Well, I'm here."

"Hug me, hug me..." Bo Xingzhou's voice was hoarse in his throat, a burning expectation and plea.

Yu Jinzhao smiled brightly and extended a hand to him.

Bo Xingzhou stretched out his long arm, his chest heaving violently, and hugged her other shoulder.

His warm breath descended and enveloped her, like flames.

He has been calm since childhood and never showed his emotions.

My aunt always says he's like a little adult, taking care of everything at home.

In his eyes, his family's needs always came first, and his own emotions were no longer a concern.

He can be last in line.

At this moment, I cannot suppress it.

Hug your younger sister.

I just want to hold her.

"It's been many years."

Bo Xingzhou's frustrated whisper,

"My little girl still hates me and refuses to come to my dreams..."