Shi Hao patted Aman's back and told her not to cry.
"Sister Aman, you're making me nervous. The way you're crying, you'd think I'd come back as a ghost instead of coming home alive."
"Sister Aman, have I gone cold? Is that why you keep crying?"
Aman couldn't help laughing. "The young master still says the funniest things."
"I'm alive, and doing so well. That's something to be happy about. You should smile, Sister Aman."
Aman was a few years older than him. In the past, Shi Hao had simply called her Aman.
But at their reunion, Shi Hao had added "Sister."
Back then, Aman had left a deep impression on him and given him so much warmth.
At the time, she had been almost the only person in the entire Prince's Mansion who came to keep him company.
Most of the others on his side had been transferred away from the Martial King Manor.
Though still a little girl herself, she had often come to comfort him, weeping until her face was streaked with tears.
"I always believed the young master would survive. I kept waiting for you to come back. You were born a Supreme—how could you possibly die?"
At that, the tears Aman had only just held back began to flow again.
Her affection for Shi Hao ran deep.
Aman was the child of a servant, but her keen mind had earned her a place in the inner courtyard.
Before Shi Hao's bone and blood were taken, Aman had often played with him, taking him to all sorts of places and showing him all sorts of things.
Little Shi Hao had liked her very much. She was an older sister who treated him well.
So many years had passed, but Aman had never forgotten Shi Hao. Whenever