Mo Qingliu was too young and had been spoiled by everyone since childhood. Even her own older sister, Mo Qingshui, doted on her completely. She was less of a sister and more of a mother figure.
"I know, Sis, but have you thought about it? If that Sect Leader really shows up, how are you going to face him? He'll definitely start pestering you relentlessly again," Mo Qingliu asked, blinking her big, lovely eyes.
"Just worry about yourself. You don't need to be concerned with my affairs," Mo Qingshui said with a smile, poking Mo Qingliu on the forehead.
After some playful banter with her sister, Mo Qingliu left. Watching her younger sister's carefree retreating figure, Mo Qingshui let out a soft sigh. She had once been just like Mo Qingliu, completely without worry. That had been the happiest time of her life, a time when it felt like a towering figure would shoulder any burden for her, protecting her from the slightest harm.
