"Fool, your sister doesn't mind the trouble."
Lin Qingluo gently stroked his pale cheeks, her eyes tender, "As long as you're safe and sound, your sister doesn't mind getting tired."
"My sister is so good."
Lin Yixuan tilted his cheek and affectionately rubbed against his sister's hand.
"You."
Lin Qingluo's eyes showed indulgence: "If you don't want your sister to get tired, be more careful in the future, and don't risk your life again."
"Yes, Yixuan will remember."
Lin Yixuan gazed at his sister with attachment, his eyes sparkling like obsidian stars.
"Cang Lan, go inform Noble Lord that Yixuan is awake."
Mo Canglan watched the heartwarming interaction between the siblings, a sudden surge of bitterness in his heart, feeling like an outsider who wanted to leave as soon as possible.
Before his words fell, he turned around and darted out of the room, as if running away.
"Is the Prince awake?"
