If the victims of Song Yaoyao's beatings saw what Song Wenchuan was thinking at that moment, they would be completely confused. Sure, he could say she was precious. But delicate and weak? Was he sure?
Song Jingwan stopped outside the door. She took a deep breath and said in a gentle voice, "Gege."
"Jingwan?"
Song Wenchuan was surprised. As he looked at the calm Song Yaoyao, he had a complex mix of feelings inside.
After experiencing so much, he had lost all hope that these two sisters would reconcile.
"How did you find time to visit? I heard from Mom that you've been practicing singing for the New Year Festival. Will you have enough time after visiting me?"
"I..."
Song Jingwan froze as she adjusted her hair. "Yes, that's true, but how could Mom tell you about something so insignificant?"
How could Song Jingwan let go of this opportunity to shine? Since she couldn't take part in the play, she decided to sing.
