"Sister Xiao Yi Xian, is Young Master Xiao Jin all right?" Though Xiao Jin had repeatedly stressed that Qing Lin should just call him big brother, when no one was around, she still used the form of address she was most used to.
Xiao Yi Xian was a little worried too. Back when they were still in the mountains, Xiao Jin had seemed unchanged, and had even been in the mood to tease her a little.
But after returning to the small courtyard, he had gone back to his room alone without even eating.
In truth, she could understand it too. Xun'er had accompanied Xiao Jin for a full twelve years.
Over that long stretch of time, both of them had become the most important person in the other's life.
One was an abandoned infant taken in by the Xiao Clan, unaware of his origins, knowing nothing of his parents, with only a scant few people who could become an emotional comfort to him.
Family affection, friendship, love—of these three feelings, Xun'er could be said to occupy them all.
The other had been sent to the Xiao Clan at the age of four, far from her father, spending her entire childhood in a completely unfamiliar environment.
If she had not met Xiao Jin, with Xun'er's personality, she would probably have kept to herself, avoided contact with others, and gradually developed a withdrawn nature.
To the two of them, they were each the most important person in the other's life.
A sudden separation; feeling heartbroken was only normal.
Let alone twelve years of companionship—even Xiao Yi Xian, who had clearly only known Xiao Jin for a few years, already found the days apart from him unbearable.
Qing Lin looked toward the second floor in distress. Only after a long while did