Yue'er sat there, watching them practicing swordsmanship and sparring in the distance. She couldn't help but hug her knees, rest her chin on them, and stare blankly at the clouds and mist in front of her.
On the other side, Hao'er, who was sparring with Muchen, kept an eye on her. Seeing her low spirits, he felt uneasy. After sparring with Muchen for a while and taking a break, he saw her still sitting there motionless and couldn't help but feel concerned.
"Why don't we go ask our master? I'm worried about Yue'er." Hao'er said, furrowing his brows slightly and pursing his lips.
Muchen felt just as bad inside. He nodded and said, "Let's go ask our master."
Saying that, the two headed towards their master's cave abode.
Yue'er sat there. Although she knew that her brothers were right and that she should listen to them, she just missed her Mother so much!
The more she tried not to think about it, the more she wanted to think about it.
