Kim Kim’s lips twitched, she inhaled sharply, shifting her gaze to her sister, who was watching their parents with wide, shimmering eyes.
Unlike Kim Kim, Chin Chin wasn’t analyzing the moment - she was feeling it.
Her small fingers clutched at the folds of her dress, her round cheeks flushed with emotions too vast for her little heart to contain. She gazed at her mother, watching the way Ling Li twirled under the soft glow of the pavilion lights, her dress swirling like a whisper of silk. Her father’s hands were firm yet gentle, securing her mother in an embrace that spoke volumes without words.
Chin Chin’s breath hitched.
‘This… is love.’
Not the kind spoken about in books—not something distant or exaggerated.
It was right before her. ‘Alive. Breathing.’ Unfolding in front of her eyes.
Chin Chin sniffled, blinking rapidly, feeling far too overwhelmed for her tiny body to handle.