Feng Yihuan initially just felt her foot hurting, but she didn't pay much attention, thinking she could endure it.
Now looking at it, it was somewhat startling; the skin on both her heels had been rubbed off, seeping blood.
She looked up, and her brother's face was very dark and unpleasant.
She knew that at home, whether it was her dad or her brother, they were very concerned about her bleeding.
She knew her blood was somewhat special, so extra care was needed.
Now seeing Feng Yihang's face looking so unpleasant, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve, "Brother, I... I don't hurt..."
"Shut up, don't wear such high heels again."
"But... but I did it to match your height..."
"Still dare to talk back, don't you? You still think you have a point, do you?"
Feng Yihuan lowered her head and quietly replied, "No, that's not what I meant."
Other things could let her be willful, even being mischievous was okay.
