They were such familiar, such close sisters, yet at this moment, they were strangers, less than strangers.
Ling Chuxia stood still, yearning to rush and cling to her elder sister like before, to act spoiled, but now, her feet seemed glued to the floor, unable to lift.
Ling Yunshu was also sitting listlessly on the sofa, her gaze vacant. After a long while, she slowly raised her eyes and looked at Ling Chuxia. She softly spoke, her voice extremely raspy, "Xiaxia, come and sit."
Ling Chuxia hadn't expected that Ling Yunshu wasn't angry with her, didn't yell at her, didn't show even a hint of discontent. Her voice was so calm, so gentle, just like every time she had done something wrong, caused trouble, and got both of them punished. Yet, she had never blamed her, always so gentle, forgivingly saying, "Xiaxia, it's okay, don't worry, your sister is here."
Tears suddenly welled up in Ling Chuxia's eyes, her vision blurring, her voice trembling, "Sister..."
