October 23, 20XX (Wednesday)
Zhao Manor
Xue Chang Min had never been scared of anything, not even death, but seeing his little sister walking at the front beside her stupid foul ex-boyfriend while planting discord, made Chang Min fear for her life. He was both worried and in awe of her calmness in the face of trouble. Scanning the wounds on his left arm, Chang Min could safely say that it wouldn't be fatal. Although the wounds may leave some battle scars, he was no stranger with pain and injuries.
Music therapy because the author is feeling sad and lonely because of certain very personal news.
Now listening to Niall Horan's Slow Hands.
Next Chapter: The Apple of Discord