Xiaojin was very scared.
With a temperament like hers, there were only a handful people that could actually "scare" her and even her father was not among them—for toward him, it was more like giving in, compromising, or even being forced into submission because her economic lifeline was at his mercy… but towards this older sister, her apprehension was genuine.
The study was incredibly quiet. Xiaozhai sat on the chair and Xiaojin rested her bottom on the edge of the bed. She could hear the indistinctive sounds from other rooms, a mixture of Long Qiu's running shower and the cliche TV drama Gu Yu was watching.
"Sister…"
Keeping her head lowered, Xiaojin dared not look into her eyes. After much stalling, she finally gathered up enough courage to ask, "What are you going to say to me?"
Leaning against the back of the chair, Xiaozhai crossed her fingers and asked softly, "This thing today, do you think you've done anything wrong?"
