"Hand her over. I'm taking her away!"
After a cold snort, Zhu Zhuyun pointed at her younger sister, Zhu Zhuqing, on the thin blanket and addressed Ye Qifeng in a commanding tone.
Her voice was as icy as ever, without a trace of emotion.
"Hand her over? And then what? You'll kill her?"
Unmoved by Zhu Zhuyun's demand, Ye Qifeng looked at her with a faint, knowing smile.
"You're the one who injured her, aren't you?"
"What the hell does that have to do with-"
Zhu Zhuyun was about to snap at him, but stopped halfway through and changed her reply.
"So what if I am?!"
A hint of anger seemed to creep into her icy voice.
Ignoring her cold indifference, Ye Qifeng continued with a gentle smile.
"I examined your sister's injuries. There were a lot of wounds, and they looked serious, but none actually struck a vital spot. As long as she received treatment in time, her life wouldn't be in danger."
"You must have secretly held back, haven't you?"
"Otherwise, with your strength, killing her quickly wouldn't have been difficult."
"Am I right, Miss Zhu Zhuyun?"
At his words, the icy expression on Zhu Zhuyun's pretty face froze. She seemed dumbfounded, momentarily at a loss for words.
Just as I thought!
Seeing Zhu Zhuyun's expression freeze in an instant,
Ye Qifeng became certain that Zhu Zhuqing's injuries had indeed been inflicted by her own elder sister, Zhu Zhuyun.
At the same time, he confirmed something else.
Zhu Zhuyun did not actually want Zhu Zhuqing dead.
Ye Qifeng let his smile fade a little and looked at Zhu Zhuyun, speaking earnestly.
"Born from the same root, why burn each other so fiercely? You're sisters by blood. Why slaughter each other like this?"
"You clearly don't want to kill