Yan Xinxin looked at the woman before her with flawless makeup and striking red lips, utterly unsurprised.
Yesterday, just catching a glimpse of a corner of the figure out of the corner of her eye had already made her suspicious.
"Sister."
"Sister?"
Yan Xinxin curled her lips into a smile. Her heart twinged slightly, but more than that, she felt the irony of it all.
"Yan Zhirou, I am not your sister. Don't you already know that? And because you know, all these years, you and Mom… this is how you've treated me."
Hearing Yan Xinxin's words, Yan Zhirou seemed to furrow her eyebrows in sorrow.
"Sis, I've already found out about this, but no matter what, we've lived together for so many years—there's still some bond between us."
A bond?
When those two words came from Yan Zhirou's mouth, Yan Xinxin truly found it laughable!
"Sis, I know I've done a lot of wrong things in the past, but I really know better now!"
Yan Zhirou wore an expression of both regret and guilt.
