Mulan sat behind Xiu, absent-mindedly brushing her sister’s long black hair. In front of her, the younger girl was quiet, lost in her thoughts. Mulan didn’t mind the silence. Her own brain was loud and busy enough. All she could see was her father’s look of disappointment. It haunted her like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from, making her feel shaky and uncomfortable. The last thing she would ever want to do was hurt her father. But she hadn’t had a choice. Or at least, that was what she kept telling herself. There was no way her father could have given chase, not with his weak leg. While her father may have been a hero in the war, his injury kept him from working as hard as he would like to in the village. Mulan had simply wanted to help.

And somehow, she seemed to have done just the opposite.

“Mulan?”

Xiu’s quiet voice interrupted Mulan’s dark thoughts. Her hand stopped, the brush hovering over Xiu’s hair as she waited to hear what her sister wanted to say. 本章未完，请点击下一页继续阅读！ 第1页/共10页