As she thought about her younger sister, Yun Bixue's heart was brimming with energy. "Didn't you once ask me how I managed to stay true to myself—how I grew up in an environment like the Yun family? It was because of my grandfather and younger sister. In particular, my younger sister was the warmest source of strength in my heart."
"Yes." Young Master Xie quietly patted Yun Bixue's back. When she needed him, he would always accompany her and listen to her words.
He could imagine the scenes of the two sisters relying on each other in the past.
"In junior high, my younger sister was in a rebellious phase. Whenever she returned home and saw Old Lady Shen and Yang Siru scowling at me, or chiding me, she would seek justice and frequently get into arguments. One time, she pushed Old Lady Shen down. That Old Witch Shen purposely got hospitalized to frame my younger sister. In order to protect her, Grandfather and I could only send her overseas."
