Zhang Nian had long become utterly panicked. She had always thought that Wang Keren was one with hidden depths, so whatever Wang Keren said now, she went straight and did it.
After climbing into the carriage, she looked at Wang Keren standing by the small door, dressed in a pink silk dress, smiling at her as if she were a Guanyin made of jade.
"Keren, I, Zhang Nian, will never forget the kindness you and your father have shown me. I will repay you by any means necessary in the future."
Wang Keren stretched out her hand to grasp Zhang Nian's: "We are sisters. Why say such things? It would only make our relationship seem distant."
Zhang Nian's eyes reddened, and she firmly clasped Wang Keren's hand, chokingly saying, "Keren, remember to come and fetch me."