They probably hate us

Yun Bixue pointed at her heart. "I've been remembering it here. Your younger sister is my younger sister, so let's cherish the memory of her together."

Xie Limo hugged Yun Bixue tightly, not knowing what to say. A warmth welled up in his heart.

Just like how Xie Limo used to reassure her, Yun Bixue patted Xie Limo's back and said, "We're a family. You need to cheer up."

Xie Limo laughed softly. He stroked Yun Bixue's hair—no words were necessary.

Later, after dinner, Yun Bixue laid in Xie Limo's arms and couldn't fall asleep. She wondered how she was related to Wang Qianjin.

That day, Grandfather had said that it's a long story, and he couldn't explain it in a few words, that in the future she would learn of the truth.

But she was genuinely curious, and there were too many questions in her heart.

In order not to let Xie Limo worry about her, Yun Bixue didn't tell him these questions she had hidden in her heart.