"Brother Ziheng…" Xia Yu's whiny voice rang out. "Where are you? Can you bring me to my sister's grave today?"
"What's up?" Pei Ziheng asked in a low voice. Ever since Xia Yu insulted Xia Ling, he had been cold to her and was reluctant to give her access to anything related to Xia Ling. He would not even allow her to visit Xia Ling's grave as she wished.
On the other end of the line, Xia Yu bit her lip. "I folded a thousand cranes for my sister to give her my blessings. I've only just completed that and was thinking that she would be lonely today since it is Valentine's Day… Brother Ziheng, the caretaker of the graveyard wouldn't let me in… Can you come with me? I want to give my sister the cranes. I… I miss her…"
Her voice sounded like she was close to tears.
A tinge of gentleness entered into Pei Ziheng's cold gaze. Xia Yu was Xiao Ling's sister, after all, joined by blood, and only she would pine after Xia Ling other than him.
