Fu Chi was never someone who naturally exerted a dominant presence.
Usually seeming calm, as if the biggest events couldn't engender any sympathetic response from him, appearing as though it didn't matter what he did, he would never give anyone an extra glance.
Thus, his aggressiveness seemed largely diluted.
But now...
It was finally clear.
It wasn't that he was not aggressive, but rather he chose which side of him others would see.
Just like now.
Such calm words...
Yet they caused Fu Jiajia to feel a sharp pain, like the edge of a blade piercing through her breastbone.
Sharp, and impossible to evade.
She trembled all over.
Since childhood, she had been afraid of this older brother of hers.
Although he was a taciturn and solitary child, he always carried a somber aura that made one's skin crawl.
Unconsciously inducing fear.
A chill crept into Fu Jiajia's heart, and her panic thickened.
She clenched her fists.
Her voice weakened considerably: "No, there's nothing..."