"What's wrong with her? What medicine did you feed her?"
Sandora looked at Miss, who was crouched on the sofa with unfocused eyes and muttering nonstop, then grabbed me and whispered in surprise.
"Nothing. Ill-fated fate." I kept it brief and glanced down at the commemorative stamp in my hand.
If you got closer, you could make out the words Miss kept repeating: "Ill-fated fate, ill-fated fate." She had been muttering those five words for several minutes already. I figured that if no one stopped her, the words she produced by the time she stopped would probably be enough to circle the Earth once if printed in size-three Microsoft YaHei...
Older Sister looked at Lin Xue, then at me, then at Lin Xue again, then at me again. Her narrowed eyes were filled with mischief. Only after I started feeling uncomfortable all over did she giggle. "A Jun, you'd better take responsibility properly, or I'll get angry too."
A chill ran through me, and I nodded repeatedly. "I'll take responsibility, I will—but was there really any need to be this serious? I was only nine that year! Why do all of you think so badly of me?"
Older Sister gave me a look with two-thirds of the whites of her eyes. "Prior offenses!"
Qian Qian came over and twisted my ear. "Prior offenses!"
Sandora shrugged at the secretive looks the three of us were exchanging. "I don't know what you're talking about, but—prior offenses!"
I immediately flew into a rage. You didn't even know what we were talking about, so why were you saying it?!
I glanced at the three of them and ultimately decided not to argue with them. There was no need to mention Older Sister—if I was the head of this household, then she was the head's