Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao returned to her yurt, kicked off her shoes, and settled onto the plush couch. There, she sat cross-legged, resembling a mountain in repose.
"Qiaoqiao," Mo Lian lifted the curtain and entered, taking a seat beside her. "Qiaoqiao, are you unhappy?"
"No!"
"Are you upset with Big Bro?"
"I'm not upset with him." Qiao Mu sat up, her gaze serious. "I understand. He has been with that mother-daughter pair since childhood, so his perspectives can't change overnight."
"Moreover," Qiao Mu continued with indifference, "that woman raised him single-handedly. After all these years of interaction, he must have some attachment. If he can't easily let go of his own sister, it means that my Big Bro values relationships. Why should I blame him?"
Mo Lian drew closer and enveloped her in his arms. "My Qiaoqiao is so understanding."
Qiao Mu tilted her head, finding his approach amusing.
