That year, Leah was six years old. With thick, crisp bangs and bright, innocent almond-shaped eyes, she chased behind Richard Shaw on her tiny legs, calling out in a soft, sweet voice, "Brother Richard, Brother Richard."
During his youth, Richard Shaw was truly a shining star, a scion of a prestigious family. His figure was tall and slender, like a bamboo stalk, his brows and eyes radiating nobility. But he impatiently waved off the little shadow trailing him, darting away and leaving her far behind.
The little Leah stood there with tears welling up in her eyes, pouting dejectedly as she played alone with a snow-white kitten.
That was the first time he met his sister. He walked up to Leah, and the tiny girl said sweetly in her soft voice, "Big Brother, you're so pretty."
