With a young mistress born into the Song family, she was carried in their hands like a pearl.
Except for the stars and the moon in the sky, whatever she wanted, they would satisfy.
This had groomed her into someone who would fight to the death for something she could not have. Even if it meant being badly bruised, she was unwilling to give up.
Once, Song Enxi wanted a doll of hers but she was unwilling to give it to her. She would rather break the toy than let their youngest sibling have it.
This was the inherent nature of Song Enya.
She sat on the bed and cried her heart out as she hugged the covers. Their mother could only sigh at the side.
Song Yunxi was annoyed to no end, his head ready to swell to twice its size.
"Mom, stop caring about her! If she wants to die, just let her do it! If she has the capability to do so, I want to see what kind of torment she can come up with!"
