Wen Yuan fiddled with the pen between her fingers, making no comment on his overly broad statement.
"What about you?" Yang Xiu raised an eyebrow, "Lately, do you still harbor any wishes towards your sister?"
"Haven't you said that I hold no grudge against her?"
"Hmm. Before I came here, I did hear that your sister has made quite a few enemies, yet one by one, your sister dealt with them. Speaking of which, your choice was quite wise. After falling once, you wouldn't choose to be a moth flying into the flame like others."
At his words, Wen Yuan stopped twirling the pen in her hand and snorted softly through her nose: "So you're saying, I'll never compare to my sister."
"Did I say that?" Yang Xiu retorted with a question, watching her with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"My goal is simple." Wen Yuan wasn't afraid to speak the blunt truth to him, "I just want her to respect me."
