"Ah?"
In her own flurry of emotions, Sikong Ling let out a soft exclamation and then hurriedly said, "Ling'er will go fetch some water for brother right away."
Watching his sister scurry away, Sikong Jing's eyes flickered with a hint of confusion and distress as he thought of the dream he had just had.
He had indeed lied to his sister.
In the dream, he had brought his sister and Su Yuexi back home, only to find the corpses of their parents, their hearts pierced, lying in the room with their blood-written letters on the floor.
It read: take good care of your sister, you must take good care of her.
Although he knew the dream was false, Sikong Jing's heart was in disarray.
He missed his parents too, having been eight years old at the time, with many memories of them, unlike his four-year-old sister, who might only retain faint fragments.
At this moment, Sikong Ling ran back, handing him a stone cup and said, "Brother, your water."
