"When you drew blood when you were younger, I had to accompany you and have my blood drawn, too. When you had to take medicine, I had to take them with you, too—when I wasn't even sick. You shaved your head, and I had to, too. You liked music so I had to give up my love for painting and go learn music with you. You got into D University so I had to go D University with you. Whatever you did, I did it with you.
"Mother said you were my younger sister so I had to give in to you, but you're saying I haven't given in enough?"
She took a deep breath in. Her voice was hoarse. She didn't cry… because her tears were all flowing in her heart, bitter and painful.
"You died, but I still had to be the scapegoat for you. Everyone vented their hatred on me—my mom, Chu Lui, and everyone from the Xia household. Xia Yixuan, you say I owe you, but what exactly do I owe you?"
