Ice in a Jade Kettle

Lin Yuan was still a bit angry that Chu Ci, a defense-type spirit qi professional, had actually injured herself in a battle with her seniors, causing her to fracture her arm.

If she wanted to practice her combat skills, she could have just gone to climb the Star Tower and fight.

Lin Yuan had not seen Chu Ci for a few months. When he saw her, he vented out the yearning he had been suppressing.

When Lin Yuan had suffered Cheng Wu's sneak attack and was on the brink of death, all he could think of was Chu Ci, his only kin. As her older brother, if Lin Yuan really died, Chu Ci would have nobody to rely on.

Upon seeing Chu Ci's pitiful face, her big, clear eyes, as well as her calling him in a sweet tone, Lin Yuan knew that she was using the same trick. However, he could do nothing about it. His anger due to his worry dissipated.

Lin Yuan was a carefree person. When facing his only kin, Chu Ci, the double standard was inevitable.