"Hurry up! Your pigtails are lopsided! How can you walk around looking so... so disorganised? It reflects poorly on my reputation as your stylist!"
Huaijin giggled, running toward the car. In the past, those words would have been a jab. Now, they were just Yuanying's way of saying, I care about you, so get in the warm car.
Over the last two years, Yuanying had shared every doll, every makeup kit, and every secret with Huaijin. She had learned that being loved by her cousin was much more fun than being feared by her classmates.
And then there was Chi Song.
The eldest grandson was now twelve, standing tall and broad-shouldered. The "Robot" had been replaced by a boy who was still serious, yes, but no longer cold.
He was currently sitting in the car next to Yuanying, a thick textbook in his lap, but his eyes were fixed on the school doors until he saw Huaijin.
