Yang Zhaoyu cradled Yang Junhuan’s head, choking back sobs as she said, "Junhuan, I am the elder sister you were separated from all those years ago! You’ve found your family now; you will never have to wander again."
Yang Junhuan threw herself into Yang Zhaoyu’s arms and wept. "I’m not a wild child without a family anymore."
Yang Xiong stood to the side, watching his eldest sister and third sister embrace, his heart deeply stirred. However, the heavy price his eldest sister had paid to find their youngest sister—even forgetting her status as the Holy Maiden of Dahuang—made it difficult for him to accept.
Chapter 63