Mu Ran looked at these letters for a long time.
Using her habit of opening a blank document, ready to type, she used to correspond with her sister every month, but now this channel has been closed.
Mu Ran's fingertips trembled slightly.
The departure of some people doesn't feel significant in that moment.
But after touching something deeply connected to her, Mu Ran only felt pain at her fingertips.
Two lines of tears fell unexpectedly.
Mu Ran quickly wiped them away.
She would never believe that her glamorous sister could just fall like that.
It's the damn Emperor's fault.
Not hers.
Mu Ran took a bottle of red wine from the living room back to her room, filled her glass, and drank it all in one go.
That was her sister, even though they had never met nor shared any blood relation, she was the closest of kin.
Her sister knew all her sad and happy moments, comforting her time and again, and also encouraging her.
