Chapter 1118

As night fell, Paityn entered Tegan’s room. The latter was still awake and worked on her embroidery. It was a piece commissioned by the National Museum. Tegan had spent two years on this project.

Paityn stood quietly at the door and watched her sister. There was a tube of ointment in her hands.

Back then, Paityn had stood in the same way at Tegan's bedroom door and quietly watched her embroider. She knew that Tegan would retreat into her embroidery whenever she felt distressed. Tegan was probably finding tranquility within her craft.

Paityn entered the room when Tegan took a break. She gently guided the latter to sit on the sofa. She examined the side of Tegan's face under the light, noting the slight redness on her delicate skin.

Even someone who was usually as strong-willed as Paityn couldn’t help but have tears well up in her eyes now.

Paityn applied the ointment to Tegan’s wounds and murmured softly, "Don't come back when I'm not at home, Tegan. Forget about the customs and t