Zhang Qi did not look back and continued walking forward. Her nose felt sour.
"Sister! Sister!" Zhang Mian's hoarse voice sounded.
The car slowly started, and the sound gradually faded away. Zhang Qi walked into the residential building and went upstairs. Perhaps it was because of the similar environment, but she saw her own shadow in Zhang Mian. Zhang Mian was even more timid and cowardly than she was. Zhang Mian was extremely uneasy and too sensible. Her small face was burning red, and she even called her sister.
After Zhang Mian recovered from her fever, she obediently took her medicine. Compared to Zhang Mian, she was quite lucky to have a loving mother. Zhang Mian, on the other hand, was unloved by her parents and harshly treated by her grandparents and servants. However, she had no intention of helping Zhang Mian. Zhang Mian could only blame herself for her bad luck in being born into the Zhang family.
