Lu Qing's gaze fell upon her.
He knew very well that from this moment onwards, Lù Yue'an had become the publicly acknowledged Young Mistress of the Lù family, a symbol of nobility.
It seemed as though he could see a chasm slowly opening up between the two of them.
She was no longer his little sister by blood, and she might slowly fade out of his life.
He could still remember the first time she called him Brother, the first time she went to school, the first time she changed her teeth, the first time she cried from studying, the first time she quarreled with someone…
There were so many, too many things. He had watched over her as she slowly grew from a small girl to such a slender and beautiful young lady.
Today, she had come of age and become a little princess envied by many people. This seemed to him like an indication to not linger in the past; it was an established fact that she was someone else's child, and nobody could dispute that.
