Hearing footsteps, Ling Yunshu immediately closed her eyes. Ling Chuxia walked to the bedside and sat down on the chair beside it. Looking at Ling Yunshu's pale face, the suppressed sourness welled up inside her again, and a hint of moisture involuntarily emerged in her eyes.
She lowered her gaze, her lips quivering as she softly spoke, "I'm sorry... elder sister, I'm sorry."
Ling Yunshu slept quietly, her low sobbing being the only sound in the room.
The ring of a cellphone suddenly filled the air. Ling Chuxia glanced at the screen; it was Shi Che calling. Fearing she might disturb Ling Yunshu, she stood up and walked toward the living room, and then she slid her finger across the screen to answer.
"Hello—" Her voice was extremely hoarse, with a hint of nasality. Despite her efforts to restrain it, the sorrow was clearly audible.
Shi Che, hearing this voice, frowned slightly, "What's wrong with your voice? Have you been crying?"
