Suddenly there was a sound that cut through the air behind him.
A soft sword has come through the air!
There was a sneer on Tiantian's face, without looking back, and she clamped her hand as fast as lightning.[
With a clang, the tip of the soft sword was caught between Tiantian's two fingers.
The woman behind her had a flash of shock in her eyes, biting her lower lip and trying hard to pull out the sword.
The sword felt like it was inserted into a rock, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it out.
"Xin'er, let go!" A clear accent sounded.
Si Nanxin looked up and saw the stern, handsome man standing in the middle of the courtyard.
When she saw him, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but looking at his cold and emotionless face, her heart sank.
Putting down the hand holding the handle of the soft sword, he called out pitifully: "Brother, I..."
"Stop talking, I know it all!" His face was as cold as water and his eyes were unfathomable: "Come here!"
"You know?" Si Nanxin's face turned even paler, Tiantian slightly flattened her mouth, not surprised.
Si Nanxin hesitated for a moment, but Tiantian had already inserted the soft sword into a tree trunk on the right. The force was so precise that Si Nanxin's face turned pale again.
She suddenly realized that standing behind Tiantian was too dangerous, and she did not dare to hesitate any longer.
Quickly walked to his brother's side.
He was about to grab his brother's hand and seek some support like before.
However, as soon as his fingers touched Si Nanyue's hand, he had already moved him away without leaving a trace.
Si Nanxin's hand froze, and she looked at her hand hanging in the air with a wry smile, feeling her heart sinking a little bit.
Brother, he would never treat himself like this! Even if he did a huge mistake, he would pity her, tolerate her, and tolerate her!
But today, he not only told himself that he would never love himself.