Missing Lizhen

Seeing this vulnerable side of Xie Limo, which was a first for her, made her heart ache so much for him. In her eyes, her husband was always like a demigod who could do anything.

Yun Bixue was at a loss on how to comfort him. How could she make him happy again and not think about the sorrows of the past?

There was no way she could bring herself to advise him. After all, Lizhen was his sister. Even her, who had just heard that she was already dead, felt a little sad for this beautiful young lady who she had never met before.

Not only that, she was only nineteen years old. Her life was only beginning…

Yun Bixue couldn't bear to think any further. "Limo, don't be sad. She must be doing very well now. If you're sad, I'll become sad too." Her nose felt tingly as she spoke.

She always assumed that Xie Limo was an only child—she never knew that he had a younger sister. Her in-laws, Ji Qiongxin and Xie Yaocang, had never mentioned her before either.