Lin Xinghe stood inside the Medicine Pavilion as the night wind drifted through the lattice window, fluttering the stray locks of hair around her forehead.
Her gaze was sharp as a sword, quietly fixed on her younger sister, Lin Yuehe.
Lin Yuehe lowered her head and continued to stir the medicinal liquid in the alchemy furnace, her movements steady as if nothing at all had happened. Yet her slightly pale fingertips betrayed the turbulence within her heart.
Chapter 157