Yan Han thought her eyes had long dried up.
Turns out they could still shed tears.
Just like when she used to play-fight with Brother Shuang as a child.
She skillfully wiped her tears on his clothes.
Then, she clutched the hem of his garment tightly and continued to explore the world.
Like a little girl going out for the first time, facing the world.
Curious about everything, yet shivering in slight fear.
Occasionally, she would peek from behind Lin Shuang.
Rising on her tiptoes, wanting her ears closer to the sky.
Listening carefully to the crisp and melodious bird calls, imagining what colorful feathers the birds might have.
But when the wind grew stronger, she quickly retreated back behind Lin Shuang.
Lin Shuang slowed his pace even more, accompanying her as she took her time.
This sister Yan Han, truly, it had been too long since she had stepped outside.
Her delicate and pretty ears turned, almost greedily, trying to catch every sound.
