She Wanted to Be an Older Sister Too

"Yulai..."

Her voice sounded like a cry of grief. The pain, helplessness, and despair made the air throughout the hall grow heavy.

Zhong Shenxiu sat beside the dining table, holding a teacup as his pale golden vertical pupils calmly watched the scene before him. He said nothing and did not intervene. He simply sat there quietly, like an observer and a witness.

As Leng Yulai watched Leng Yaozhu's lost and despondent appearance, the killing intent in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a complex emotion she could neither name nor understand. She turned around, returned to the table, sat down, and picked up her chopsticks again.

"Let's eat. I'm hungry."

Her voice was calm and distant, as though nothing had happened.

Leng Yaozhu stood in the middle of the hall, tears blurring her vision. She looked at her sister's back, at that familiar yet unfamiliar silhouette, and felt as though something had torn open inside her heart.

She did not know what she should do.

Should she turn around and leave, or stay?

Should she keep begging, or remain silent?

Before Leng Yaozhu could sort through her tangled thoughts, Leng Yulai's gaze suddenly sharpened. With a faintly mocking smile, she looked at Leng Yaozhu, an indescribably complex emotion churning in her dark purple eyes.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, the curve carrying ridicule, mockery, and a trace of icy insight that seemed to see through everything.

"Big sister, it looks like you're still as hypocritical as ever."

Leng Yaozhu froze. Tears still clung to her cheeks, and her red eyes were filled with confusion and incomprehension. Her lips trembled slightly, her voice choked with tears and bewilderment.

"What? I don't understand..."

Leng Yulai had no intention of listening to Leng Yaozhu's explanation. Her gaze abruptly shifted in one