Her brother treated her differently from before

Zhan Jia 'er grabbed Zhan Mo's hand tightly. She raised her head and frowned as tears fell from her eyes.

Zhan mo lowered his eyes and looked at her pale little face, innocent teary eyes, and tightly knitted brows.

And the way she clutched her chest with her other hand.

He knew that Zhan Jia 'er's heart must be in great pain.

The girl in front of him was the little sister he had loved for more than twenty years.

Ever since he could remember, he had always protected his sister.

Although he was disappointed, he still couldn't bear to do it.

Zhan mo sighed deeply in his heart and closed his eyes,"alright, I believe you."

"Really?" The tears in Zhan Jia 'er's eyes fell down in an instant. She could not believe it and revealed a look of joy. She looked at Zhan mo. "Brother, do you really believe in Jia 'er Yingluo?"

Zhan Mo's throat moved. He opened his eyes and looked at his sister, who was looking at him with innocent and happy eyes.