Xiaomei didn't hear a single kind word from her elder brother's mouth, but instead lashed out with rage, "Where is Xiaojie?"
Xiaotian didn't take notice of his sister's fury and pointed to Xiaojie's bedroom, "That room over there is Xiaojie's. She's inside making clothes; you can go find her!"
Xiaomei didn't even bother greeting her parents before she barged into Xiaojie's room, only to find her sitting quietly at her desk, sewing clothes. Her face didn't bear the sorrow Xiaomei had expected, but instead held a calmness that mirrored still water.