The sky was completely dark, and one by one, lanterns lit up, illuminating the towers and tiled roofs of the Zhao Mansion.
Sitting on the steps with her knees hugged, Zhao Pan turned her head. The young girl's delicate features appeared warm and jade-like under the light, and the sorrow between her brows added a touch of fateful elegance.
"Can't sleep again?" You Jinhua placed the lotus lamp she held onto the ground and squatted beside her daughter, causing the rounded curve of her full hips to tighten.
"Yes, I miss brother." Zhao Pan nodded, speaking softly.
Her eyes, like autumn waters, reflected the southern sky.
"I wonder if brother is doing well now? Whether he is safe, and where he might be." Zhao Pan's mood was downcast, and the Pekingese dog lying at her feet whimpered in agreement.
You Jinhua remained silent.
With the status the mother and daughter hold in the elite circles of the Capital, they could quickly gather many pieces of information.
