"Ready?" Li Wenmin nervously asked, his brows knitted together. He watched as she tightened her robes and inspected her hair, turning her chin from left to right. He tapped his fingers on the table when the maidservant adjusted the knee-high boots, securing it properly.
"Ready," Li Xueyue said with a small smile, her eyes twinkling and brimming with excitement.
Li Wenmin sincerely wished she'd always be this carefree. He prayed the light would never flee her eyes and that she'd never be in a hopeless state.
However, it was happy moments like these that terrified him the most. Sometimes, happy memories manifest into nightmares that haunt us forever.
He had already lost one sister; he didn't need to lose another.
