Meng Qianqian pinched her cheek. "You're much cuter than your brother."
Lady Du quickly finished cooking the glutinous rice balls and prepared a bowl for Shang Wuyou as well.
"Why is mine different from my sister's?"
Shang Wuyou asked.
Meng Qianqian responded, "You don't like sweets. Yours are filled with meat."
Shang Wuyou was surprised. "Sister, did you tell her?"
Shang Changle shook her head.
Meng Qianqian said calmly, "Observing you—is that such a challenge?"
Shang Wuyou froze in his tracks.
Shang Changle ate her glutinous rice balls, and as she ate, her eyes reddened.
Meng Qianqian noticed and gently asked, "Changle, what's the matter?"
She was seated to the left of the candlestick. The warm golden light of the candle fell on her profile, and through tear-filled eyes, Shang Changle's vision blurred. In her haze, Meng Qianqian's figure seemed to overlay the shadows of figures buried deep in her memory.
