That night, she fell asleep holding her milk-scented little sister, and it was because of the soft and warm little bundle that her frozen heart regained its warmth, transforming from a beloved, naive princess into the now rebellious General Zhentian fighting for her destiny.
Pulling back her thoughts, she gently hugged her sister. Now the Little Princess was still soft and warm, although she had grown up, those eyes remained unchanged, filled with adoration for her.
For this little sister, she, as the elder sister, indeed felt more like a mother.
In the deep quiet of night, just as Her Highness the Eldest Princess was about to drift off into a daze, she heard the faint, weak voice of the Little Princess beside her: "Sister, do you like Bai Yu?"
That handsome face, always smiling at you, it's hard not to like him.
Her Highness the Eldest Princess sighed softly, "Why drag him into this whirlpool?"
