"Junior Sister Chu Chan, it's an honor you must have cultivated for several lifetimes to be noticed by Young Master Jiang."
"Why do you look so reluctant...?"
"You can't afford to displease Young Master Jiang. Don't you have that brother of yours who isn't right in the head? The one you need to take care of? Even if you don't consider yourself, you have to consider him."
"Once you've made it big, don't you dare forget about us junior sisters…"
Chu Chan stood rooted to the spot, dazed.
Her ears filled with the "well-intentioned" advice from Chen Ning and the other junior and senior sisters.
The bone-deep malice and ridicule were like sharp thorns stabbing deep into her heart, sending a chill through her entire body and turning her hands and feet to ice.
'Are these really the sect sisters I've known all this time?'
Still clinging to a sliver of hope, she turned a pleading gaze toward Zhao Dieyi.
But Zhao Dieyi kept her eyes lowered, as if turning a deaf ear to it all.
