Just before Xia Qingqian fainted, her body was already embraced by a tall, broad chest, and a warm current instantly flowed through her heart, so warm and stable, giving her an unprecedented sense of security.
However, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the person who gave her that sense of security using his hand to block the knife swung by Beitang Huan.
The speed and ferocity of that blade were extrely intense.
As she widened her eyes in disbelief, the sound of the knife falling to the ground echoed in her ears.
"Young Master—" Xia Qingqian cried out in shock, still trembling all over, unable to recover from Beitang Huan’s frightening actions, and now the fact that the Young Master was injured for her left her at a loss.
Standing not far away, Ye Feng looked at everything before him in astonishnt; the changes were too drastic! Ye Feng took three steps in one stride, dashed in front of Beitang Yao, and apologized, "Young Master, it’s Ye Feng’s mismanagent." He then turned around to get hemostatic dicine and bandages to tend to Beitang Yao’s injury.
Beitang Yao looked at his bleeding arm but didn’t furrow his brows. Instead, he cast a cold sideways glance at the impulsively blinded Beitang Huan and snorted coldly, saying indifferently, "If anything like this happens again, don’t bla for severing our sibling ties."
Originally intending to punish Xia Qingqian, an ungrateful woman, Beitang Huan never expected her elder brother to descend from the sky and block that knife for Xia Qingqian. If not, Xia Qingqian’s beautiful face would have been ruined by the knife, and the injured person wouldn’t have been her brother.
Having hard her brother, Beitang Huan was sowhat terrified. After throwing the knife to the ground, she timidly retreated several steps until her back pressed against the sandalwood door.
Her eyes fixed on Beitang Yao’s wound, based on what he said, she couldn’t take in a single word; she could only feel the chilling aura emanating from her brother, making her involuntarily shiver.
Although the wound wasn’t deep, seeing the indistinct flesh, Xia Qingqian’s heart lingered for a mont, aching faintly. The tears hovering in her eyes instantly poured down her cheeks. Her pearly teeth bit hard on her lower lip, but she didn’t dare to make any sound of crying because Beitang Yao detested won who sobbed, so she dared not disobey.
After swiftly cleaning Beitang Yao’s wound, Ye Feng bandaged it and awaited the Young Master’s judgnt.
But Beitang Yao said no more, released Xia Qingqian from his embrace, and turned away coldly. As he turned, he caught sight of Xia Qingqian’s soft tears out of the corner of his eye, piercing into his heart like a fine needle, indescribably itchy, with a tinge of pain.
For a brief mont, he was sowhat bewildered, this woman’s tears could make him feel this way...
Seeing the Young Master not speaking further, Ye Feng knew what he needed to do. He approached Beitang Huan, his tense expression relaxed, and slightly bowed, "Miss Huan, let escort you back."
Beitang Huan lost all confidence, and didn’t even have the energy to glare at Xia Qingqian as she left the villa with Ye Feng’s support.
Xia Qingqian remained dazed in place, her gaze fixed on the bloodstain on the ground, bending slightly down, her eyes filled with mist, full of empathy and pity.
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