Qin Fei looked at the man before her. Sword-like brows, star-bright eyes, a resolute face, and strange crimson lightning flickering in his gaze. His body was draped in a broad black cloak embroidered with red clouds, lending him an immense air of mystery. A powerful pressure radiated from him, carrying a terrifying aura that made people tremble and their hearts pound. He had simply appeared before her without warning.
Faced with such a dangerous man descending from the heavens, Qin Fei should have been terrified. Yet for some reason, the moment she saw him, she felt exceptionally safe.
Qin Fei could no longer remember how many years had passed. She had once imagined this figure appearing at her side, but when Qin Lang truly appeared, it all felt so unreal.
This person was her brother.
Even though his appearance had changed tremendously and his temperament had undergone an earth-shaking transformation, she still recognized him at a glance.
"Xiao Fei, I'm back!" Qin Lang looked at the girl before him, opened his arms, and smiled.
Yes, he was back.
For his sister.
Splash...
"Brother..." Qin Fei shot out of the water, sending up huge sprays as she threw herself into Qin Lang's embrace, carrying endless longing and grief with her.
Qin Lang did not budge under the tremendous impact. He tightened his arms and held her firmly against his chest.
"Brother, you're finally back. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought you had died out there..."
Qin Fei cried loudly, her voice slightly ragged. Yet there was more joy than sorrow in it—only an overwhelming sense of grievance.
She had spent all these years alone in the Qin Clan. No one knew of the humiliation and dangers she had endured. If she had not kept her brother in her