My husband is a traitor

Chapter 277 Sister, Jiang Ying

"Don't go—Sister!"

Jiang Linlang's back stiffened, and the sword in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Her pupils shrank, and she turned around mechanically like a wooden figure in disbelief.

All the blood was gone from his face, and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, no, to be precise, it should be a boy.

"Sister, don't leave." The young man's eyes were as deep as a whirlpool, staring into his eyes, for a moment, Jiang Linlang's mind went blank.

But the boy's voice, which didn't match his age, was low again, with an intimacy that almost made Jiang Linlang feel creepy, and softly persuaded him to stay.

"You... you called me, what did you call me?" Jiang Linlang's eyes were shining with an unusually bright light, she turned her face away slightly, and her eyes were fixed on the boy holding candied haws in front of her.

She stared at the boy's mask, as if she wanted to see through the face under his mask.

"Sister." The young man held the candied haws, his hands were slightly hanging down, and he stood upright as if being punished, but his eyes were full of cunning and admiration, and he obediently called out according to his words.

Jiang Linlang covered her ears and closed her eyes to hide the bitterness and turmoil inside, she screamed, "Don't call me! Who are you? Who are you——no, my brother is here, who are you, why? To impersonate him, what conspiracy do you have!"

Facing Jiang Linlang's hysterical and broken screams, the boy's eyes dimmed and his tone was low. If it wasn't for his harsh voice, he would really look like a depressed boy.

He said, "Sister, don't you recognize Xiaoying..."

Muttering, with a bit of loss and frustration, a soft voice.

But it was like a heavy hammer hitting Jiang Linlang's heart.

In the memory of many years ago, the naughty younger brother Jiang Ying, every time he did something wrong, afraid that she would get angry, he couldn't help standing up straight, with his hands hanging down his sides like a punishment, but he looked at her with bright eyes, with undisguised intimacy and cunning...

He always called "Sister", "Sister".

——"Sister, get up."

——"Sister, play with me!"

——"Sister, don't be angry, Xiaoying asked you to hit the palm of your hand."

——"Sister, woo woo, sister, my cricket is dead."

——"Sister, buy candied haws for Xiaoying..."

……

Jiang Linlang hugged her head, and the voice in her head seemed to be hypnotic, like a magic voice, which made her extremely painful.

After a long while, she trembled and opened her eyes. The sockets of her eyes were red and covered with a layer of mist. She took a step forward, and then another step.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Stretching out a little further, she swallowed, bit her lip, stretched out her hand with trembling eyes, and peeled off the boy's mask.

The boy just rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't used to people touching his mask, but he cooperated with her obediently, standing there obediently without moving, but the sticks of the candied haws were tightly squeezed by his white and almost transparent hands.

Jiang Linlang's heart was beating thumpingly, and she paused with her hands. After a moment of hesitation, she gritted her teeth and pulled off the mask with one hand.

"hiss--"

But then, she shook her hand and the mask fell to the ground.

The boy in front of her was wearing a cloak and hat, and she lifted the mask, revealing a face that surprised her.

Half of this face is as bright and white as a newborn baby, as delicate as a beautiful doll, and the other half is——

On the other half of his forehead, there was a sinuous and ugly scar, exactly the same as the scar on his wrist, like a screaming and vicious snake, occupying the boy's originally white and beautiful face.

Half angel, half devil.

Jiang Linlang couldn't help but took half a step back, "Why..."

how so.

The boy in front of her had an impeccably perfect half of her face. She was the fairest and cleanest boy she had ever seen, and his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to hers.

But the other half, the scar on the face, was like an ink mark that was maliciously splashed on the white paper, which deeply ruined the beauty of this face.

She almost didn't need to confirm, such similar eyebrows and eyes, such a familiar yet somewhat youthful face, and those eyes...

All point to that answer.

She once wondered if this mysterious man was her father, living in the world in feigned death...

But the figure was not right, and later she guessed whether this was someone who had a relationship with her when she was a child.

It just never occurred to her that her younger brother Jiang Ying was still alive.

"You, you aren't..." Jiang Linlang felt that she had lost her ability to speak for a moment, she bit her lip, but tears were silently flowing down her eyes.

The young man picked up the mask, but didn't put it on. He seemed a little unaccustomed to showing people from the front, and the group of subordinates behind him didn't look at him.

He touched the scar on his face, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes for a moment, but then he bent his beautiful lips and smiled awkwardly at Jiang Linlang.

"I didn't die... I escaped from the sea of ​​fire."

In a low, ugly voice, he narrated the thrilling and tragic truth plainly.

Jiang Linlang suddenly rushed over, hugged his frail body that was as thin as a piece of paper, and tightly hugged his neck with her hands, only to feel that although the boy was thin, he was half a head taller than her.

She was crying, trying to hold back her tears, but she couldn't help it anyway, trembling and sobbing, tears blurred her vision, she sobbed in pain and asked him with unbelievable distress——

"How could this be... woo woo woo, great, you're still alive... woo, but why didn't you come to me while you were still alive! Xiaoying, Xiaoying, my brother, is still alive...Do you know that I How much does a person miss you and your parents? God, why did it become like this..."

Jiang Linlang's tears wet Jiang Ying's collar, she cried like a child, she didn't look like a sister at all, her voice was intermittent, she babbled with sadness for a while, and babbled with joy for a while.

The thin body of the young man stood there steadily. He held the candied haws in one hand, raised the other, and patted her on the back with a bit of embarrassment.

After a while, the movement became calm and natural, and he gently patted Jiang Linlang's back.

Listen to her cry and listen to her talk.

The corners of her lips were curved, and her eyes were also curved, like two crescent moons, with crystals flashing in her eyes.

"Sister, don't cry. It doesn't hurt anymore, I don't hurt anymore."

He just comforted in a soft voice, obviously he is the younger brother, but he is no longer as naughty and coquettish as he was when he was a child, and he comforted his sister instead.

Jiang Linlang hugged the thin body whose body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, and tears couldn't stop falling. She sobbed and touched Jiang Ying's cold hand, "Why are your hands so cold? Why are you so cold?"

She subconsciously reached for her wrist, but Jiang Ying avoided it calmly.

Gently pushing her, Jiang Ying still held the candied haws in his hand, the boy's brows and eyes were still childish, but he already showed a bit of heroism and nobility of a superior.

He blinked, "Sister is still crying at such an adult."

(End of this chapter)