Chapter 146: The Strange Girl

The man lifted his head. Saryon was exceptionally handsome, his semi-long hair tousled from work, with bits of straw clinging to it. His muscular frame, visible even beneath his simple shirt, made him look anything but ill. Irene raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is my brother sick?" Saryon didn’t react to her words at all. Mag forced a smile, one that barely concealed her sadness and discomfort. "Oh, your brother’s illness... it’s not something you can see on the outside. We only found out because, well, when he was about to get married, they wanted to try... and that’s when they discovered it." Klan slapped Saryon on the back in anger, shouting, "This idiot! How could he not tell us? Doesn’t he know if he’s sick or not?" Irene’s expression became complex. She glanced at Saryon again, noticing his impassive face. He simply looked at Mag and Klan before saying, "Hello, sister." Irene returned the greeting with a brief hug. His body was warm, and during their brief embrace, Irene co