The girl was dressed simply in casual clothes, with her legs straight and long, and her skin fair.
The most striking feature was her long, wavy red hair, scattered in the sunlight, blown by the wind and bouncing on her shoulders.
Apparently, the girl had rushed over, holding milk tea in her right hand and octopus balls in her left.
Full of vitality, she seemed to be on vacation, not here to fight.
Ye Wanlan's gaze suddenly froze, as she fixedly looked at the person in front of her, emotions piling up for countless moments were churning in her chest, about to burst out.
Joy, sourness, sadness, relief... countless emotions intertwined, making Ye Wanlan shed tears instantly.
This face, this figure, had appeared in her dreams countless times.
And once, at a critical moment, became the light that broke her heart's barriers.
Her sister, after all, had grown up.
But in the rapid growth of Si Fqing over these years, she hadn't seen it.
