She stood there.
Absorbing the power of the past,
This was…He had succeeded.
...
"Ha…"
"Haha…"
Xia Xiaosu laughed at herself.
However, she stopped in her tracks.
She had only walked half the way.
She had a premonition that every step she took next would be accompanied by countless memories.
But after all this, would she still be her?
But if she didn't finish walking, why would she be her?
She closed her eyes, but the scenes of the past eighteen years appeared in her mind.
She carefully lived in the palace, but she could still be warm every day because her brother was as gentle as the sun.
Even in her darkest days, she had never been completely hopeless.
The happiest days were those days when she cooked for her brother every day, cooking mutton soup and worrying if the mutton soup would get cold.
Although the entire palace was huge and the entire world was huge, she felt that her brother was the only family she had at that time.
