"Uh, hello!"
She braced herself on the window frame and stood beside Ding Rong.
"If you want to go back, I'll take you right now! I'm guessing that man is probably really worried about you…"
Long Linger knew the man Ding Rong was talking about was Yeh Huang.
She smiled and shook her head. "It's fine! Until my second brother recovers, I'm not going anywhere."
"You siblings really are deeply attached to each other!"
"Yeah. Actually, when I was a kid I didn't spend much time with Second Brother. But maybe it's the blood bond! We hardly ever saw each other, yet our feelings have always stayed strong."
"Mm, that's good. I wish I had a younger sister too, but I don't. If I die on the battlefield someday, there might not even be anyone to attend my funeral." There was a faint sadness in Ding Rong's words. His gaze stayed fixed on the night outside the window, as if something out there, something new, was drawing his eyes.
