When Jiang Li heard Ying Xi's voice, his body shuddered.
His already pale face turned even paler, losing all color even from his lips.
"Xiao Xi…" Jiang Li's lips quivered as he silently murmured the name.
A wave of sharp pain spread through his heart, and suddenly, he heard Ying Heng's tender voice in his mind, "Me? My parents died early, and I don't have any relatives, just a younger brother. He's the most important person to me… Oh, of course, Lili, you are just as important as he is."
So, Jiang Li had told himself countless times, since Ying Heng was no longer around, the least he could do was to protect and take care of his younger brother. Yet, he never expected things to turn out this way.
"I just couldn't understand how my brother, who worked as a security guard, could have died in the line of duty. How could he be dead?"
Ying Xi's eyes were bloodshot, as if stained with blood.
