10th of January.
The grand villa sat in silence, except for the main hall where only two figures stay.
Sophia sat neatly, legs crossed, her hands folded one over the other like the refined woman she was trained to be. Her posture was perfect, but her eyes carried a muted heaviness.
Across from her, sprawled over a velvet couch, was Anran, hysterically switching channels with the remote, crunching loudly on potato chips.
Sophia exhaled, a faint, bitter smile tugging her lips. "It's been three days…"
"Hmmm… munch… munch…" Anran nodded, not looking away from the flickering television. Her mouth was full, crumbs scattering on her lap. "She doesn't scream for help anymore. Good for her."
"..."
Sophia's lips pressed thin. She couldn't tell if Anran was deliberately the topic… or if she was dead serious.
Because the truth was darker.
Even Sophia had expected it to end. That Wang Xiao would tire, or coax, or break his sister down with one final act. But instead, he hadn't stopped.
