The slender figure turned around slowly, revealing that breathtakingly beautiful face. Her long, black hair cascaded down, and her white dress fluttered, as graceful and magnificent as ever.
She lifted her gaze, offering Ling Chuxia a slight smile, her voice tender and pleasant, "Xiaxia."
That smile, that voice, as if nothing had ever happened between them, those cold looks and harsh words, and even that slap had all ceased to exist.
Ling Chuxia's eyes warmed, and her heart couldn't help but sour; even her voice was tinged with a hint of a choke, "Sister."
She had thought that from that day on, her elder sister would never forgive her, that she would never see her again. Yet, unexpectedly, her sister had come to find her and smiled at her with that same gentleness as before.
She couldn't help but step forward, wanting to grasp Ling Yunshu's hand, but ultimately, she hesitated to reach out, her voice hoarse, "Sister, why did you come? Have you... have you forgiven me?"
