Fang Lai'er never expected Lin Zhiyi, who was as meek as a rabbit back in college, to say such heartless words.
She pressed her lips tightly.
"He's my own brother!"
"He hasn't even called me 'sister' once. What does it have to do with me? Besides... Fang Lai'er, in what capacity are you questioning me? As a roommate? A friend? Or as a backstabbing enemy?"
Lin Zhiyi closed her laptop and looked directly at Fang Lai'er.
Fang Lai'er felt guilty, clenching her hands tightly.
After a moment, she lifted her head and brushed her hair back, revealing the scars on her face completely to Lin Zhiyi.
"I have my hardships."
"Zhiyi, now that you're backed by the Third Young Master, you lack nothing. But do you know what kind of life I've been living these past three years?"
As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Fang Lai'er took a deep breath, restraining herself while wiping away the tears, looking both pitiful and miserable.