"Sister Yun Ya, do you think what he said is credible? I'm afraid that big sister will get hurt again," Yan Xing said, resting her chin in her hands, troubled.
"Why think so much? Everything will have to wait until big sister wakes up before we talk about it."
"That's true. If big sister doesn't wake up, what's the point of saying any of this?" Yan Xing couldn't help but sigh.
"I also don't know how second sister is doing now. I miss her so much. When the holiday comes, I want to visit her. I don't know if she's doing well in the monastery, if she has enough to eat, if she's staying warm."
Yun Ya glanced at her: "She probably doesn't want you to visit her."
"Ah... Why? I'm her own sister," Yan Xing asked, puzzled.
"She is now Fei Xin, a practitioner without earthly attachments, not Yan Hua of the mortal world, do you understand?"
