Li Zhiyan rushed forward from the inner hall. Her younger sister.
Though only a year younger, Li Zhiyan's appearance was almost a carbon copy of her older sister, Li Mengyao.
The resemblance between the two was so striking that, at a glance, they could easily be mistaken for twins.
If their mother, Li Yuhua, were present as well, the three of them would look like triplets standing together.
"Big sister!"
She crashed into Li Mengyao's arms. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Only the sound of quiet sobbing filled the courtyard.
Li Mengyao froze slightly, then slowly raised her hand and gently patted her sister's back. Her expression remained steady, but her eyes had already turned sharp.
Something had happened. Something serious.
After a long time, Li Zhiyan finally calmed down enough to step back. She wiped her tears hastily, but they kept flowing anyway.
Li Mengyao looked at her quietly.
