Chuxia's hands slowly lifted, her body trembling more and more violently, almost to the point where she could no longer stand steady. Her grip tightened, her nails digging viciously into her flesh, yet she was utterly oblivious.
For so long, she had suppressed a demon in her heart, and now, it seemed as if that demon had taken control of her hands, encouraging her to vent the anger inside her, bit by bit.
But as she raised her hands halfway, another face involuntarily surfaced in her mind—the face that looked identical to her own.
She remembered the day she married Che—the same day her elder sister left home. Unlike Chuxia, her sister had an air of pride and confidence even under Mrs. Shi's oppression. She never bowed easily. No matter how difficult Mrs. Shi's teachings were over the years, she never shed a tear.
Yet, in the moment she left, she cried.
