Yao Yao was taken aback for a moment before she smiled lightly, "I don't even have the right to hate."
Yao Zheyu wrapped his sister's head in his arm, pressing it against his shoulder, "Cry. There's no one else around now."
Yao Yao grasped the front of her big brother's shirt with both hands, chuckling softly, her laughter growing louder, "There's nothing to cry about, only the weak shed tears, and I never cry."
She never cried. When she was young and was schemed against by an illegitimate daughter, she knew that crying was useless, that only by becoming stronger could she take revenge. It was just a shame that she could crush the illegitimate daughter, but she couldn't defeat her father.
Yao Zheyu let go of his sister, "Don't you like jewelry? I'll take you to buy some."
Yao Yao's eyes curved with delight, "Okay."
