Xia Zhiqing didn't know if her sister was saying such things to comfort her, or if she was sincere. Her face turned slightly pale, no longer possessing the composed demeanor of the past. She looked up at her sister, her mouth showed a hint of grievance and self-blame, and her voice carried a slight sob:
"No matter what, it's me who has wronged you."
Xia Zhining shook her head, took off her embroidered shoes, got on the bed, hugged her knees and snuggled next to Xia Zhiqing, then said: "If anyone should apologize, it should be me..."
"Hmm?"
"If it weren't for my insistence on seeking revenge back then, dragging you along, sister, you wouldn't have lost yourself, nor ended up where we are today," Xia Zhining said.
"Zhining..." Xia Zhiqing turned her head, staring blankly at the profile that was not much different from her own.
