The moment she learned that her Junior Sister was pregnant again,
the sorrow that belonged to Ye Qingxian had already sunk deep into her bones.
All she could do was use her clone to force a smile in front of her Junior Sister, time and time again.
Then she watched her take Ye Qingxian's spirit stones to care for that man's child.
Because
Ye Qingxian had clearly seen the longing and hope for the future in her Junior Sister's eyes when she said she was pregnant again.
As it turned out—
her Junior Sister's plans for life had long been filled with everything to do with someone else.
Night fell.
Ye Qingxian drank, looking utterly lost.
One cup after another.
The bitter liquor slid down her throat.
She no longer knew what the point was of finding out who the scumbag was.
When all was said and done, she only wanted her Junior Sister to look at her a little more.
Even that was beyond her?
The sisterly life she'd imagined seemed to have become a distant, unattainable dream.
She downed another gulp of the strongest liquor.
For the first time, Ye Qingxian looked so disheveled, yet she suddenly stood up.
No.
What was the difference between the way she looked now and someone who'd been unlucky in love?
Even if she wanted to get a little closer to her Junior Sister, there was no need for a straight woman like her to make such a mess of herself.
Then came the fierce resentment welling up inside her.
Why!
Why should she be the one to lose?
Why should she make way for some little blondie who hadn't even shown his face once?
Anyone would find that impossible to accept, wouldn't they?
Ye Qingxian smashed a liquor bottle to pieces,