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She had already fancifully planned out her younger brother's future married life.

"Caring about Xiaojing, worrying about your future in-laws, and satisfying your father's demands—have you ever thought about yourself?"

The instant she turned around, Long Ang's voice struck her heart. She froze for a moment, then tried to ponder every word he had said. "As long as they're doing well, I'll naturally be happy."

He let out a sigh, his voice so heavy that even he could hear the unrequited feelings in it.

Looking at her plain mourning clothes, her black hair without a single ornament, the dark circles beneath her eyes from going far too long without proper rest, and the dry, peeling skin on her lips, he felt that she had borne the title of "First Beauty of the Capital" for nothing. Well... although he, a dignified seven-foot-tall man, had stolen that title from her several years ago, he was ultimately just a vase that could be admired but not used. She was the true woman with breathtaking beauty, a gentle figure, and an elegant bearing. No one knew better than he did just how beautiful and adorable she was.

Long Ang naturally took her hand and led her outside the residence. "You promised to accompany me, so don't think about other people's affairs."

"Xiaojing isn't someone else."

"He is someone else. Your father and your in-laws are all someone else. To me, everyone except you is someone else."

Long Ang's tone was firm, but he didn't look back at her. He was afraid of this soft-and-hard-to-please marshmallow of a woman. The moment their eyes met, she would surely melt his feelings away again.

"Where are you taking me?" After following behind him for quite a while, Li Danxin finally asked.

"...Guess." For the first time, his