Song Yan stared at her own knees, her grief beyond words.
The Song Family had sent someone again today, probably because Song Yan had been quiet since that day, so Song Chengye became anxious.
She casually dismissed the person who came, thinking she could finally have some peace, but lo and behold, another unwelcome guest arrived at the door.
As soon as she opened the door and saw that face, she immediately, fluidly attempted to close it.
The woman swiftly blocked the door with her hand. Song Yan had an injury on her hand and couldn't exert much force, leading to a standoff that ended with Song Yan letting go first.
She looked on with a cold face, void of expression, at the person standing at her doorstep, her face a mask of displeasure.
"Sister," the young woman outside smiled warmly, gently calling out to her in a polite tone.
