Xiao Jun had his sword hung limply beside his body while he was staring down at the pale woman's face on the bed.
His expression was devoid from any emotion as if no one would be able to give him any senses of feeling. Everything before his eyes was like blurry scene that no longer needed his attention.
Even when an ear- piercing slamming -door reverberating through the room, Xiao Jun didn't flinch. He stood there as calm as a lake without ripples on its surface.
"Stay away from her Jun." A deep and stern voice rang right beside him as he felt the cold sharp blade on his neck.
Even so the serene lake that reflected on his eyes wasn't disturbed when he tilted his head and looked at his younger brother right into his eyes.
Xiao Tianyao stepped forward, positioning himself between the woman on the bed and his older brother with a sword in the midst of tense atmosphere.