Xiaomei discerned the implications in his words.
"I've been schemed against like a fool, haven't I?"
Wu Yue cleared his throat lightly. "You can't put it so harshly. Blood ties are just what they are. Since they don't have deep feelings for you, the value you possess shines brighter. Naturally, in their eyes, it became more necessary to acknowledge you."
Xiaomei squeezed next to Wu Yue, who was pushed to the corner of the sofa, daring not to move.
Xiaomei took Wu Yue's laptop. "Are you going to open it yourself, or shall I search through the files one by one?"
Wu Yue, rendered speechless by the adorable little miss, obediently clicked open a folder.
"Everything about you is in here; the password is your birthday."
Xiaomei whispered, "I don't have a birthday."
"It's the day Ice Sister saved you."
Xiaomei uttered an "oh" and opened the folder.
The cold, objective text illuminated memories she had once forgotten in the depths of her mind.
