Yang Mengya's already tightly clenched hands gripped even tighter, her sharp nails as if they were about to bury themselves into her flesh, yet she seemed to feel no pain whatsoever.
"Sister, I didn't mean that..."
After the last incident, Yang Mengya had grown afraid of Yao Qing, and her friends had also been forced to stay in juvenile detention for a week. She was ostracized by the group and had tasted bitterness herself.
Ruan Qiu was shocked at the mention of the word "sister".
Her astonished gaze flitted between Yao Qing and Yang Mengya's faces—only to realise that there wasn't a single resemblance between the two.
How beautiful Yao Qing was, a black swan whose feathers all shimmered with light.
While this girl in front of her with a dirt-smudged face and a somewhat gloomy look in her eyes didn't resemble her at all.
But she called Yao Qing sister.
Was she an illegitimate child, a sister cast aside, or maybe a Cinderella, Snow White?