"Sister, you sit down first, I'll go boil some water."
Yan Yuanjing entered the door, put down his schoolbag, and excitedly ran toward the kitchen.
Outside, the lofty air he had around others was gone, quite like a carefree older child.
Yan Zao watched Yan Yuanjing, her lips curving into a smile.
Then she looked toward the stairs, up to the second floor. It was an old two-story western-style building, with stair railings that had the wooden feel of a bygone era.
At the turn, there was a piece of the balustrade that was later densified for safety's sake, added just for Yan Yuanjing.
'If you scare your brother away, and he gets hurt, you might as well go die.'
'Xiaojing, don't cry anymore, okay.'
'What are you standing there daydreaming for, so foolish. Can't even take care of your brother. If not for the hopes of you joining the Lan Family, I'd send you to stay in the countryside.'
Truly, this house had never given her any warmth.
