After three days of recuperation, Ling Lu’s complexion showed no obvious signs of improvement. Her bloodless face, like dust-covered white porcelain, exuded a sickly fragility. Yet, her eyes remained bright and clear, flashing with a tenacious light that brought to mind a white plum blossom standing proudly in the depth of winter.
Ling Jinmo, who had frowned the moment he entered the room and saw his younger sister, felt his mask of indifference crack.
"If it weren't for Mom’s instructions, do you think I would have come?" the man sneered coldly.
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