Early spring rain kept falling, nourishing the land silently, yet soaking everything around irresistibly.
When Liu Sisi returned to the courtyard, both the carriage and her clothes were drenched, water was seemingly everywhere.
She heard a bout of laughter coming from the room, mingled with a familiar voice. Her heart lightened, and she hurriedly lifted the curtain and went in.
"Second Sister..."
Raising her head, Liu Zhi'er was embracing Da Mao and laughing wholeheartedly in the chair, with tear stains still on her face.
The sight of her weather-beaten face, chapped lips, and wind-chapped cheeks made Liu Sisi's heart ache.
Upon seeing Liu Sisi come in, Liu Zhi'er quickly let go of Da Mao and stood up from the chair.
"Sisi, I'm back..."
Liu Sisi hastily asked: "Second Sister, why did only you come back? Where is San Mao? Where is he?"
At the mention of Sisi's question, the smile on Liu Zhi'er's face vanished in an instant, and her eyes turned red.
"San Mao, he..."