Ning Hanying silently helped Ning Sixue to a more stable position, her voice full of concern, "Sister, you're drunk. Let me help you rest."
Gazing intently at Ning Hanying, Ning Sixue grabbed her wrist, her expression that of a lost and dispirited child, "Hanying, can I still be the daughter that Dad and Mom are most proud of?"
"Of course," Ning Hanying quickly assured her, "Sister, you're better than me in every way. Ever since we were little, you've always been the pride that Dad and Mom talk about. That will never change."
Ning Sixue's eyes reddened as she looked at Ning Hanying's earnest face, "After how I've treated you, do you not resent me at all?"
"How could I resent you? You're my sister," Ning Hanying, who was easily swayed by her emotions, couldn't hold back as she saw Ning Sixue's reddened eyes, her voice hoarse, "Sister, when I was little and did something wrong, you always spoke up for me in front of Dad and Mom. I've always remembered that."
