"Ling Yunshu, do you even deserve to be an elder sister?"
Shi Che's dark eyes were indifferent, his words were cold, but every word he uttered pierced like bone-chilling cold.
Ling Yunshu had heard his confession to Chuxia, yet she chose to remain silent, allowing Chuxia to continue misunderstanding and foolishly guarding the so-called position of Young Madam.
At that time, he was filled with anger and confusion towards Chuxia. Now that he knew the truth, he realized how absurdly wrong he had been. He realized that beneath Ling Yunshu's beautiful face, identical to Chuxia's, lay a heart so selfish and terrifying.
Ling Yunshu leaned limply against the back of the chair, her beautiful face blurred by tears and snot, even her delicate makeup smeared by tears, with two black streaks of eyeliner sliding down her cheeks, making her appear grotesquely laughable.
