Ye Fan looked at the crying Ye Juanjuan, and his heart instantly melted, his thoughts also turning sorrowful.
He stood up, sat beside Ye Juanjuan, and pulled her tightly into his powerful embrace.
"Let go of me, you bad person, I don't want you to hold me." Ye Juanjuan struggled hard, her teary eyes full of grievance.
Ye Fan ignored Ye Juanjuan's struggle and directly locked her in his arms.
The complaints of his sister felt like a thorn, piercing his heart. He endured it, enjoyed it—yes, he enjoyed it.
In countless cold days of the past, how much Ye Fan wished for a family member to nag in his ear. Even if it was scolding or reprimanding, it was the voice of family to him, like celestial music, the most beautiful kind of enjoyment.
However, such a wish could never be realized. Now, he finally heard the heartfelt voice of his sister.