Song Yan had no interest or leisure to understand what exactly was wrong with her.
After tonight's setback at the party, Song Ci became a laughingstock. It was no wonder that drowning her sorrows in alcohol didn't seem strange.
As Song Yan stepped onto the final stair, she passed by Song Ci and heard her low apology, "I'm sorry."
Song Yan didn't respond to her.
Not every "sorry" necessitates an "it's okay" in return.
She wasn't that magnanimous.
Nor was Song Ci that sincere.
Seeing that she was being ignored, Song Ci became somewhat anxious and stepped forward to block her path.
"Sis, I'm apologizing to you."
Song Yan's gaze swept indifferently over her face, her expression a touch impatient.
Who knew what tricks she wanted to play this time.
"You want me to forgive you, and then continue to let you impersonate me, usurp my place, and even greedily hope for me to vanish, to completely replace me?"
