From a young age, Yanxiao never treated her like a sister. He disliked her so much, how could he possibly think of her that way?
He would kiss her, get angry with her—probably just like when they were kids, unable to stand her having good things, always wanting to bully her for fun.
Yanxiao was right. Whether he admitted it or not, she was ultimately the eldest miss of the Sheng Family. Her parents weren't her biological parents, but they'd always treated her as their own. Someone like her indeed couldn't just casually find a boyfriend.
And she actually didn't want a boyfriend, at least not now.
Turning to her side to lie down, the pillow gradually became wet, not knowing whether it was tears or water droplets from her hair. Su Weiyi curled up into a ball, her eyes tightly shut, long lashes still clinging to droplets.
It was unclear how much time had passed before she finally fell asleep.
