Nan Family Ancestral Home.
Nan Qingqing sat beside the dining table, gaunt and sipping from her bowl of soup intermittently.
Upon seeing this scene, Duan Zhu placed a piece of spare rib onto her plate.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Nan Qingqing lifted her swollen red eyes, meeting Duan Zhu's concerned gaze, and choked out, "Mom, I'm a bit worried about sister…"
Duan Zhu, seeing her kindness, could not help but sigh, "Qingqing, she bullies you so much, why are you still worried about her?"
Nan Qingqing pursed her lips, her eyes glistening with tears, "Although sister often bullies me, to me...to me…"
Unable to continue, she grew anxious, repeating herself over and over.
In the end, she could only force out a sentence.
"She's still not bad to me."
Seeing her distressed to the point of tears, Duan Zhu felt even more sympathetic towards her too kind-hearted own daughter.
