Upon seeing Li Qingmo, Li Qingran's expression didn't change at all.
Li Qingmo's arrival seemed to be completely within her expectations, yet also not at all.
But it was already unimportant. After four years of loneliness, the passage of time marked by her tears had led her to no longer yearn for familial affection that much.
Moreover, she knew better than anyone that Li Qingmo's actions were probably out of fear that she would get into trouble, which he wouldn't be able to explain to their father.
She tightened the strap of her shoulder bag, averted her gaze from Li Qingmo, remained silent, and continued to walk with her head down.
Behind Li Qingran, Li Qingmo narrowed his eyes at the sight of her retreating figure. Despite his displeasure, he didn't speak, just followed her from a distance—neither too close nor too far.
