"Do you know why I hate you?"
Every word was filled with hostility.
Her gaze was sharp and piercing, full of confrontation and coldness, making Oliver shiver all over.
Oliver was stunned for a moment, "Sis..."
"I hate that you can do everything well, that Alma's heart always leans toward you; I hate that you're always so optimistic, like you can solve anything, that the pain isn't yours, you can't empathize; I hate that you know how to be sweet and talk, that everyone likes you, forgives you..."
Sophie was in tears, yet her voice remained calm as she listed her accusations against Oliver.
"What's so special about you? Alma gave birth to us using her tricks, both of us."
"We're both the same, neither of us should have been born from the start."
"Do you think saying some nice words can make everything go away? It's useless! It will never pass!"
...
"Sis, calm down—"
Seeing her on the brink of a breakdown, Oliver felt a pang of empathy and reached out his hand.
"Snap."
