"Qing Lin, she..."
Xiao Yi Xian asked uneasily.
"Big Sister Qing Lin, she... sob..."
"Big Sister Xiao Yi Xian, you said Qing Lin's eyes were so beautiful, shining like gemstones. They could control a Dou Saint, so why... why couldn't they hold tears?"
The emotions Zi Yan had kept bottled up for days erupted at that instant, her muffled sobs continuing without end.
Only then did Xiao Yi Xian understand what the longest-lasting confession truly was. Companionship was the most precious thing of all...
Xiao Yi Xian had once thought love was simple. As long as she could silently watch Xiao Fan grow, that would be enough.
But once she had truly fallen into the trap called love, she realized that love was painful, unwilling, fragile, and cowardly.
Love could happen in an instant, or it could gradually deepen.
Love could be Xiao Yi Xian's silent support and utter devotion—that was purity and kindness. It could also be Qing Lin's inferiority and secret longing—that was the small delight of secretly watching him.
Qing Lin had been timid all her life, yet she had been brave once—for love...
Qing Lin was no longer Qing Lin, yet Qing Lin was still the Qing Lin who loved her young master, the little maid who had always remained by his side.
Because of a simple compliment, because of an unbiased gaze, because someone had cared for her...
"Because... she cared..."
Xiao Yi Xian gave a bitter smile. "She really wasn't honest enough."
"Neither am I..."
"Zi Yan, keep an eye on Xiao Fan. If he dares mess around again, we'll turn him into a puppet and make him stay by our side forever!"
Xiao Fan had no idea that one simple sentence had brought him enormous trouble...
After Zi Yan had cried enough, she