"Little Sister is such a rare beauty. No wonder our Qingluo is so pretty. Look at her delicate brows and eyes, as if they were meticulously carved. She looks like a little fairy descended from heaven,"
"Mother, you've said all the good words. What can my brother and I say?"
Ye Fengmian's daughter, the fifteen-year-old Ye Qingying, pretended to be unhappy, interrupting her mother.
"Mm-hm."
Her twin brother, Ye Qinghan, shared the same sentiment and nodded vigorously.
"Hehe, alright, Mother won't praise her anymore, I'll leave it to you."
Madam Ye was amused and looked at her children affectionately, laughing with delight.
"Qingluo, we've been wanting to meet you for a long time, but we never had the chance."
The twin siblings finally had their opportunity and approached Lin Qingluo from both sides.
Ye Qingying spoke straightforwardly, before her brother could say anything, "Capital City is too far from Jinling, it's difficult to see each other."
