The word itself held no particular significance, but when it reached Song Yin's ears, it sounded like it was all her wishful thinking—Song Ting didn't care about her at all.
She had no option but to initiate a conversation. "I recall Big Brother never had a penchant for novels. Why are you engrossed in Agatha Christie now?"
Song Ting responded, "Song Fan enjoys it, so I read it to her."
This revelation hit Song Yin like a thunderbolt. She couldn't fathom that Song Ting could be so tender, especially when it wasn't directed toward her.
Unable to bear it any longer, she turned on her heels and left.
Song Ting and Song Fan didn't concern themselves with her whereabouts. One continued to lay with closed eyes, while the other had started to read the story.
Song Yin rushed back to her room in one breath, seated herself on the floor, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Her eyes, however, were brimming with jealousy and hatred.
