Brothers

Two days had gone by and Xiaoling's voice had returned. However, she wasn't ready to face Weisheng, so she pretended she couldn't speak. That way, Qiang would keep checking up on Weisheng on her behalf. 

Xiaoling casually sat in her study, writing random poems. She liked slacking off and writing mindlessly. It helped sort her thoughts better than burning her tongue. 

Although she wished to keep her act a little longer, a knock on her door caught her off guard. Ru entered the room with a nervous expression, quickly walking toward Xiaoling and bending to whisper in her ear. 

Xiaoling's eyes widened, "Right now?!" 

Ru narrowed his eyes as he pulled away, "Excuse me? I heard you were unable to speak. What is the meaning of this?" 

"Unable or not, I have to speak if the Arbiter decides to show up out of nowhere," Xiaoling stood up frantically.