"Crimson Grass!!"
The girl's voice cut off abruptly. Shock appeared on the spirited face that had been glaring furiously a moment before, and she stared in disbelief at the Crimson Grass leaf in her good-for-nothing brother's hand.
A peculiar salty, metallic smell, reminiscent of blood, spread through the air, immediately confirming her suspicion.
"It really is Crimson Grass. No wonder you reek..."
The girl quickly recovered, some of her shock fading into understanding. But then her willow-leaf brows knitted tightly again, her slightly rough hands clenched, and she gritted her teeth, looking even angrier than before.
"You actually went into the Rotting Forest! How could you dare?! Don't you know you could have died? We're the only two left in the Lionheart Lineage, you..."
Her wheat-colored cheeks flushed crimson, as though her fury had reached its peak. Halfway through her words, moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes, and she turned and ran out.
Lin Sheng, who had barely spoken throughout, simply listened and watched in silence. Only after the girl opened the door and left did he withdraw his gaze.
This spirited girl was Li Wei's younger sister, Li Suihan.
Combining Li Suihan's reaction with the information from the fragments of memory,
Lin Sheng had more or less figured out his predecessor's temperament and circumstances.
Spineless, proud, impulsive, quick-tempered, and yet exceedingly timid.
By comparison, his fifteen-year-old sister, Li Suihan, seemed more like the older sibling, having always looked after the already nineteen-year-old Li Wei.
"What a ridiculous bundle of contradictions..."
Lin Sheng rubbed his chin and shook his head slightly.
"No wonder he foolishly ran off to the Rotting Forest."
Young men in such circumstances usually met tragic ends, especially without a Lineage to fall back on.
He glanced around the shabby, dilapidated residence.
It was easy