Ye sang was a heartless person. She bit her lips and asked again, “I’ll ask you one last time. Am I important or is she important?”


  There was no comparison between the two. This question was no different from asking your mother and I who should be saved first.

  The only difference was that the others were vague and did not answer directly, but Duan Jinyan was not.

  Not only did he answer her directly, but he also told her clearly.

  His sister was important.

  The young man’s eyes and brows were lazy, and the corners of his lips curved. He pinched her little face, as if he was coaxing a child. “Are you angry?”


  His voice was low and gentle, and he said patiently, “She’s important even if you say it a hundred times.”