The ice shattered.
Both literally and between the uneasy group standing around Su Xiaomei. She lay sprawled on Bai Yujian's bed, her frail frame like a ghostly shadow clinging to life.
Her wide, glassy eyes darted between faces, silent and stiff, as though even breathing might break her.
Su Xiaobai wasn't faring better. He stood frozen, his eyes locked onto his sister.
She's just fragile...
As if death kissed her and forgot to finish the job.
Pale hands trembled against the bed's edge, slick with sweat.
Hollow cheeks, skin thin as paper, but those eyes—dull, yet familiar—were unmistakably hers.
When did she become this? His fists clenched.
Behind him, Bai Yujian leaned against the wall, one brow arched. She had already kicked Liu Zhenhai out. Not her problem if his jealousy burned brighter than Su Xiaobai's eyes.
His glare when leaving had been almost funny. Almost.