In Lin Junyang's eyes, his elder sister had always been as strong as a fortress. He had never seen her so vulnerable, "Sis, if you feel bad, just cry. I won't laugh at you. Or, you can use my shoulder?"
Lin Ruonan looked out the car window and said softly, "Junyang, do you really think I'm not as good as that little girl?"
"Sis, matters of the heart are about fate. Maybe you and Boss Mu just don't have that fate."
Lin Junyang sighed inwardly. In terms of background, looks, talents, and abilities, his elder sister was impeccable, but how could feelings be measured by these? Boss Mu's feelings for Tuzi could only be described with one term: love at first sight.
"Ha, fate," Lin Ruonan laughed bitterly, "I have loved him for nearly twenty years, followed him for twenty years, and in the end, all my feelings for him were erased by one word - fate. Junyang, why? Why must it be this way to me?"
