Qin Mingzhu lowered her head and started choking back tears.
Qin Mu watched her, noticing her downcast gaze and the sorrow it carried, and she, too, lowered her head.
"Do you think I was happy all those years? Constantly worried about a girl showing up and taking everything that was mine. Do you really think I was so naive not to see it coming? Apart from the fact that Mom had another daughter, I've imagined every other possibility—and every single one of them came true."
Qin Mingzhu was still that stubborn girl. After saying those words, she could no longer hold back her tears. She threw herself onto the bed, as if surrendering herself to it, as though even eternal doom wouldn't faze her.
"Of course, I know Mom's death has nothing to do with you! But still, just as I thought, when Mom was gone, I, too, was kicked out of the house."
Qin Mu just stood there quietly, listening. She could hear Qin Mingzhu's voice gradually break into sobs.
