"Yixuan."
Lin Qingluo's eyes deepened: "Do you really want your sister to ascend the throne?"
"Hmm."
Lin Yixuan nodded solemnly, his little face full of seriousness.
"Okay."
Lin Qingluo's eyes flashed, not wanting to go against his wishes, and she made a decision in an instant: "Your sister promises you."
"Really?"
Lin Yixuan was extremely surprised.
"Hmm."
Lin Qingluo's eyebrows were gentle.
"Great!"
Lin Yixuan, in his excitement, hugged his sister, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
"Silly child."
Lin Qingluo's eyes shimmered, and her emotions were mixed, not knowing what to feel.
*
"Yixuan, your sister's retreat this time was quite long, and I missed your birthday."
In a moment, her mood settled, and Lin Qingluo playfully blinked, her tone gentle: "Close your eyes, your sister has a gift for you."
"Hmm."
Lin Yixuan's teary eyes suddenly brightened, he took one last look at his sister before obediently closing them.