Xie Zi thought to herself that the forced smile on her face must look rather grotesque.
"My dear, just think—who am I shedding these tears for? If we're truly sisters, pull yourself together. I'll be by your side, and together, we'll conquer this illness, won't we?" she pleaded in a soft voice.
Chi Yu tilted her head, gazing at Xie Zi's tear-streaked face, her mind drifting to the first time they met.
Two proud daughters of noble houses, as fierce as tigers, both spoiled and coddled since childhood.
At first, they didn't get along; their friendship was forged through quarrels and fights.
But somehow, amidst all the squabbles, they became the best of friends.
Chi Yu had long accepted her fate. She didn't want Xie Zi to drown in sorrow.
"It's alright," she said breathlessly, "We'll be sisters again in the next life."
The mention of another life was far too heartbreaking.
