"Big Brother, I am not a magnanimous woman like Sister Lingling," Lin Xinyuan said softly, "I like you; I'm not open-minded, but I admire Sister Lingling. So, I just wait without competing with her for you. It's not that I can't; it's that I don't want to."
As she spoke these words, her expression was faintly resolute.
Lin Xin looked up at her, not understanding why she would say this.
"But I look down upon An Ying. What does it matter if she has talent? If she truly loved you, Big Brother, how could she not endure sharing your company with Sister Lingling?" Lin Xinyuan's expression grew colder as she spoke of An Ying. "Sister Lingling sacrificed everything for you, Big Brother, and died without regret. What has An Ying done? Merely causing a scene at the wedding banquet? Just because she is your first love, does she think she can be willful, expecting everything to revolve around her without considering the feelings of others?"
"Stop talking. She's not like that."
