Yun Qi obviously didn't have time to comb her hair, a strand of hair stubbornly sticking up.
With sleepy eyes, she still tried to stay awake, her soft and sweet voice: "Brother—"
She looked at Yun Zhao—
Although she was quite frightened, her eyes were clear, showing no sign of being overly scared.
Fortunately, she retained the rare scholarly talent for the family.
Otherwise, the younger generation representing the family would be Yun Qiuce and Yun Kuang, which would be somewhat disastrous.
Yun Zhao bit her lip, her eyes immediately filled with tears, but she stubbornly prevented herself from crying.
"It's okay now, no need to be afraid, what you saw is a Multi-faced Man, a very small ghost."
Yun Qi tried her best to comfort him with her words, easing his fears.
She told him that thing wasn't scary, very small indeed.
Yun Zhao looked at her, not knowing if he absorbed her words, hesitating to speak.
Was Brother so scared he lost his voice?
It shouldn't be the case.
