Two bright smiling faces greeted Zhan Lan.
"Sister!"
"Mengmeng sister!"
Zhan Lan was surprised, swiftly retracting the dagger in her hand. How did these two little ones, Zhan Rui and Zhan Heng, sneak onto her carriage?
"You two are naughty again, sneaking out like this, soon...," Zhan Lan hesitated, "Your mother must be worried!"
Zhan Heng and Zhan Rui, dressed in puffy floral cotton-padded jackets, had cheeks rosy red, resembling New Year painting dolls.
Each of them stood beside her and hugged Zhan Lan's arms.
Zhan Rui, in a cooing, spoiled voice said: "Mengmeng sister, since you moved out, we haven't seen you for so long, we missed you so much!"
Zhan Lan touched Zhan Rui's little head, her eyes growing moist, she thought to herself: Rui'er, your sister has avenged you!
Zhan Lan then touched her smooth and tender cheeks, like freshly peeled eggs, and said with a smile: "I missed you too."
Zhan Heng eagerly asked, "Sister, how is Little Black doing?"