Just past five o'clock, the sun had sunk to the horizon, casting a red, splendid glow like a sheer veil across heaven and earth, creeping into the car in strands and wisps...
Ye'er and Luo Lian sat back to back inside the car, taking in this beautiful spectacle with intermittent conversation, their faces both adorned with a gentle smile.
Luo Ping in the backseat gazed at their harmony and closeness with a face full of envy. Although she was Ye'er's cousin, when had she ever shared such closeness with Ye'er?
In the past, she always thought of Ye'er as weak, as just a child, and therefore didn't want to be too intimate with her. Now in hindsight, she realized just how superficial she had been. In every aspect, Ye'er was outstanding; how had she not seen this before?
As if sensing her sense of loss and regret, Ye'er turned her head and smiled at her: "Sister Pingping, are you missing your aunt and uncle?"
