"Yes."
The person by Lin Qinghua nodded and immediately picked up Lin Qingcheng with one hand before he could react.
The speed was so fast that the tears in the corner of Lin Qingcheng's eyes were flung onto the ground, staining a small piece of bluestone like ink.
Lin Qinghua's eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked at the panicked Lin Qingcheng and said coldly, "Delicate."
Once they returned to Prince Duan's Manor, the gloom on Lin Qinghua's face instantly dissipated, as if a breeze had swept away the heavy clouds, bringing a gentle warmth, though no sunlight.
In her hands, she still held a pair of soft, tender little hands, seemingly gripping tightly enough to cause the tips of the white fingers to turn red from the pressure.
The large and small figures walking together made for a harmonious scene.
"Sister~" Lin Qingcheng instinctively wanted to pull his hand away, but fearing his sister's anger, he could only call out softly as a reminder.
