Leaving the coffee shop, there was hardly any breeze, yet Ling Chuxia felt an intense chill wrapping around her entire body, and she couldn't help but hug herself tightly.
The night had grown deep, and only the solitary streetlamp cast a faint light, stretching her slender shadow even longer.
Ling Chuxia felt her heart suddenly become hollow, with layers of sorrow enveloping her.
Even though she had been abandoned at the orphanage as a child, Ling Chuxia never thought of herself as lonely because she had her elder sister to rely on; all the other children were alone, but she had her sister by her side.
In her heart, her elder sister was practically equivalent to her life.
That's why, over the years, no matter how much suffering she endured, how much injustice she faced, she never once resented her elder sister.
