As the two approached the door of the house, Bai Yue's tears began to fall, and she clenched her sister's hand tightly, "Did you used to live in this room?" She hadn't forgotten what their aunt had just mentioned—that this had been Bai Xiao's room before, right next to the pigsty, visibly dilapidated, low and damp, reeking of stench. Her own sister had actually lived here, treated worse than pigs while they still sent their grandmother living expenses every month.
Even though the years at Liu Family Fort had been tough, she had still lived like a human being, but her sister, for four long years, had stayed in her uncle's home—what grievous, deep-seated grudge did they hold to treat this young girl so cruelly?
"It's okay, sister. The past is the past; we can't keep looking back," Bai Xiao knew what Bai Yue was thinking.
But how could the past be retrieved? Every time Bai Yue and Bai Ju came back, she was out front working! Who would know she had lived here?
