With every sentence Wenren Luoshui spoke, the Wang Family's grandaunt's expression grew uglier.
How could that be?
Her Xiying was such a sweet, sensible girl. She had only reported Old Master Shen out of youthful impulsiveness.
How could it have been because she resented the Shen Family for looking down on her?
Unable to hear Wenren Luoshui's thoughts, Feng Xiying distinctly felt her eldest brother stiffen as he held her hand.
She could not help tugging his sleeve, calling out to draw his attention back.
"Big Brother! What are you staring into space for?"
Feng Zhengming's lips moved. Looking at his sweet younger sister before him, he felt his throat go terribly dry.
"Xiying, do you know where your younger sister went?"
Hearing her eldest brother ask about that nuisance's whereabouts of his own accord for the first time ever, she felt a shadow fall over her previously cheerful mood.
"Why are you suddenly bringing her up, Big Brother?"
"Nothing. She just hasn't come home for a whole day and night. I'm worried she might cause trouble out there."
"Oh, that. I don't know either. She's such a loner and never likes talking to anyone. She spends every day drifting around like a ghost."
There was not a trace of affection in Feng Xiying's voice when she mentioned her twin sister.
It was as though she were not her twin sister, but an enemy she had hated for years.
[Wenren Luoshui: Well, well. You were the one who called her and insisted she come pick you up before you would agree to go home. Then, on the way back, you ran into a radical seeking justice for Old Master Shen, and you pushed her out to take the knife for you, getting her stabbed to death.]
[Now, when your family