Lin Wan and Yang Ruoxi had wanted to take a walk around the village, but it was December, and the wind was bone-chillingly cold.
In the end, they went inside and tiptoed to the study. They put on the heater to warm themselves.
"Wanwan, I'm your sister from now on. I'm your big sister."
"Are you taking advantage of me? We're only a few months apart."
"Still, I'm your big sister. Do you remember when I asked you to call me your sister, and you accused me of taking advantage of you? Now, I might really become your sister," said Yang Ruoxi. "There is definitely something between my father and Mama Bao. Look at how well they get along with each other. He doesn't smoke or drink. He cleans after himself and knows how to cook. He is also very kind. I think Mama Bao will be happy."
"Xixi, I know that Papa Yang is a good person. Mama Bao, too. I really hope they can be happy together. If they really end up marrying each other, I'll call you Sister Xixi."
