Seeing her little sister break down like this filled Wang Xueying with dread.
'Did it really happen?' Wang Xueying's thoughts spiraled into panic, her face twisting with bitterness at the possibility.
The idea that Mei might have been forced or hurt in some unimaginable way was almost too much to bear.
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and Xinyue Zhilan rushed in, her face lined with worry.
Wang Xueying stood by the door, having been the one to call their mother, her earlier resolve crumbling under the situation.
"Mom, she won't say anything. It's bad..." Wang Xueying's voice was thick with guilt and fear.
She had assured their mother just yesterday that there was nothing to worry about, that everything was under control.
But now, it was clear that nothing could be further from the truth.
Xinyue Zhilan's heart sank as she looked at Mei, curled up on the bed, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
