El magnate supremo de la ciudad

Capítulo 27

Murong Yin smiled gently.

He shook his head, still smiling slightly, "No, this has nothing to do with you, you don't need to be sad."

His tone was as if he were comforting a frightened child.

Lotus lowered her head.

Beside the lotus pond where lotus flowers are in full bloom.

She tugged at his bright yellow sleeve, her head slightly lowered, gazing at his reflection in the babbling water of the pond beneath the bridge, her large eyes gleaming with a clear light.

now.

The handsome man standing beside her, despite his own sadness, never forgot to comfort and warm others.

So... there are people like this in this world...

night.

The delicate, scattered petals of the magnolia blossoms fell like snowflakes. A gentle breeze blew by, and the lotus flowers in the pond swayed softly, like the supple waist of a lady.

On the Nine-Bend Bridge.

Murong Yin sat quietly in the small pavilion on the Nine-Bend Bridge, gazing at the boundless night sky, his bright yellow sleeves fluttering gently in the night breeze.

A warm long coat was draped over his shoulders.

Murong Yin turned his head, and Lianhua stood beside him. Her gentle complexion had improved a lot, and her bright eyes were even clearer and brighter.

"Thirteenth Young Master, be careful of the chill in the night."

Murong Yin, with a gentle and refined expression, smiled and said, "You don't need to call me Thirteenth Young Master. My real name is Murong Yin. Just call me Thirteenth Brother, like Hua Chen does."

Murong Yin's eyes were always smiling.

People in the martial arts world say that Murong Yin of the Murong family is the most virtuous person in the world, and only a person with such an open and honest heart could have such a serene and distant smile.

The magnolia flowers swayed gently in the night breeze.

Murong Yin suddenly chuckled softly, "Many years ago, my younger sister Xiao Ci, like Hua Chen, would stay by my side every day and call me Thirteenth Brother."

"..."

He gazed at the distant night sky, a silvery glow scattering across his long robe. "Xiao Ci is my only sister. It's just a pity that six years ago, when she was only fourteen, she ran away from home and has been missing ever since."

"..."

“Hua Chen is my cousin. He and Xiao Ci have been engaged since childhood. The two of them... have always been very close.”

Lotus listened quietly to his story.

Murong Yin turned to look at Lianhua. In the moonlight, Lianhua's face was as white as snow. "I originally went to Hongxiuzhao to find my younger sister Xiaoci, but I never expected to meet you. It must be fate."

Under the moonlight.

His eyes held a warm light that was enough to warm people's hearts.

A gentle night breeze blows.

Beneath the lotus pond by the Nine-Bend Bridge, graceful lotus flowers sway silently in the wind, their emerald green leaves stretching out their broad petals, filling the entire courtyard with a delicate fragrance.

Lotus slowly sat down, sitting next to Murong Yin.

Without uttering a word, she gently leaned on Murong Yin's shoulder, her bright yellow clothes shimmering with a warm, dazzling light before her eyes.

Her voice was low, yet filled with tender emotion, "Thirteenth Young Master, you will definitely find Xiao Ci."

Murong Yin was taken aback.

"But please..." Lotus leaned quietly against Murong Yin's shoulder, her eyes clear and innocent, her voice as calm as water, "No matter what, please don't abandon Lotus, okay?"

The bewilderment in Murong Yin's eyes slowly faded.

He turned his head slightly to the side, quietly looking at the girl leaning on his shoulder, his eyes deep and gentle.

The night breeze was cool.

A few strands of black hair fell beside the girl's fair cheeks, her long, curled eyelashes drooped as delicately as butterfly wings, and her small lips were somewhat pale.

This pitiful and helpless orphan girl has finally found someone to rely on.

But she was still afraid.

Murong Yin's heart trembled slightly.

He reached out and slowly grasped her soft, boneless little hand.

Her hands were cold.

The coolness brought him a slight pang of heartache. He remained silent, simply holding her hand gently, and the warmth of his palm slowly transferred to her.

That night.