The bedroom was simple.
A bed, a painting.
A vase, potted plants, and a set of table and chairs.
There was no mirror.
It was even simpler than when she had been in the Xiao family on the Dou Qi Continent.
Kurumi looked at the painting. It resembled a self-portrait, but the woman in it had a touch more seductiveness at the corners of her eyes. Judging by its mood, she looked more like Gu Mo'er before she had learned of her memories.
Facing a family member she had not seen for many years, Kurumi showed not the slightest panic. The will and state of mind she had accumulated over multiple reincarnation eras were as pure as a clear mirror, untouched by a speck of dust.
Xun'er clearly did not possess such calmness.
Only she and her sister were in the bedroom, with no subordinates around. The redness she had forcibly suppressed at the corners of her eyes surfaced once more, and scorching tears shimmered with a different kind of radiance in her pupils.
They overflowed, streaming down her crystal-clear, mutton-fat jade skin.
Kurumi turned around with a smile. "Come, let your sister hold you."
The lovely figure threw herself into her arms. Kurumi awkwardly realized that this little girl was now even taller than she was. Fortunately, a Divine Body could alter its size freely, otherwise...
"Sob... sob..." Kurumi could hear the beauty in her arms desperately holding back her sobs. Like an injured kitten, she hid in a shadowed corner, licking her wounds alone.
Feeling Xun'er's heart pounding rapidly from her turbulent emotions, Kurumi hugged her tightly, gently patting her with one hand as she hummed an old nursery rhyme passed down among the Gu clan.
"Cry. You'll feel better once you let it out."
"Sob... sob, sob...