Bai Xue was taken aback, she had no idea how to respond to his nearly confessed feelings.
"This is my sister, cute isn't she?" Murong Che suddenly pointed to a tombstone next to him.
The photo on it shown a pretty little girl, about seven or eight years old.
"Very cute." Bai Xue nodded. The girl in the picture did indeed look very lovely and delightful.
"Unfortunately she left us too soon. If she were here now, she'd be a beautiful, rebellious teenager." Murong Che's voice carried both pain and affection.
From his tone, one could tell how much he had loved his sister.
"Some people say that children who pass away become angels, your sister must be a happy little angel in heaven." Bai Xue wasn't very good at comforting people.
But she did manage to comfort Murong Che, his handsome face lightening up with a smile, "Yes, my sister surely is a happy little angel. In fact, she must be the most beautiful little angel in heaven!"
Bai Xue chuckled softly.
