Bai Yue plunged into the house, her mood so foul that she couldn't even disguise her own complexion—in that moment, she felt exhausted. All these years she had never once complained or blamed anyone, seemingly bearing all the hardships of life silently, shouldering them regardless of the storms or the rough paths, marching forward with her head held high and chest puffed out.
But she, too, could feel exhausted and lonely. Wang Yan was the key that unlocked the deep-seated desires within her heart, setting free all her wants and restlessness. It was also Wang Yan who made her realize that she was at her best, deserving many things in this world, feeling cherished in someone's palm—a memory Bai Yue would never forget in her lifetime.
She had no inclination to hide her feelings anymore. Everyone has moments of despair so intense they feel like crumbling, and right now she didn't care if her sister would notice.
