This sentence, whether spoken by Meng Yu or Meng Xue, carries immense weight.
Especially when spoken by Meng Xue.
"Alright."
He nodded.
"Chen Fan, sis, take a seat. I'll get you some water."
Meng Yu, happy like a little girl, pulled Meng Xue to sit on a bench, then brought out two clean bowls and placed them in front of the two, filling them with water.
"Aren't you going to pour yourself a bowl too?"
Chen Fan couldn't help but laugh.
"No need."
Meng Yu waved her hands repeatedly, her eyes squinted into slits from the smile: "I'm not thirsty. Chen Fan, sis, drink up quickly."
"I'm not thirsty for now either."
Meng Xue looked at Meng Yu with a loving gaze, then shifted her eyes to Chen Fan and sincerely said, "Chen Fan, thank you. If it weren't for you, our sisters would never have reunited even in death.
Moreover, if you hadn't taken in little Yu back then, she might not have survived until now with her abilities."
"It was just a small favor."
