“I—” I was burning with anger and at a loss for words. “He’s slandering me!”
My sister looked angry. “How can you face your brother-in-law? How can you face me?”
I was desperate. “Xiao Ya! Think carefully. An Jin is far better than him. How could I possibly like him?”
My sister was stunned. “Second Sister…”
I was still furious: “I only love An Jin, An Jin!”
She raised her right hand and pointed.
I saw An Jin standing nearby, his deep ink-colored eyes curved in a smile, causing my heart to flutter.
“Well said,” he said.
Yuan Fang let out a whimper, covering its head with its paw. I understood its sentiment perfectly. How utterly embarrassing.
Chapter Seventeen: A Glance from My Husband
Though my sister was naive, she wasn’t stupid. Once she calmed down, An Jin and I explained the situation, revealing the origin of An Jin’s feud with the Eastern Palace and his intentions. Gradually, she understood the entire affair.
However, the fact that the Eastern Palace, whom she had been infatuated with, engaged in divisive tactics left a painful wound on her easily hurt young heart. Having experienced two heartbreaks in a short time, she felt disheartened, believing that all the good men belonged to someone else—like her brother-in-law, elder brother, and father—while the rest were either useless hypocrites or true villains.
To comfort her, I brought out my treasured possession: a meticulously compiled album of beautiful people from Yan Feng City, collected over years of painting.
These are undoubtedly tragedies. Among these beauties, almost everyone has had an unpleasant memory, including the gloomy Eastern Palace. My younger sister listened carefully. The people in this album possessed extraordinary beauty, yet no one had a smooth life. I hugged my sister’s shoulders, our heads touching. “What Second Sister wants to say is that pursuing the one you love is not wrong in itself. But you must first determine if he is worth it. Once you decide, don’t regret it. Even if you’re truly wrong, you must be able to pick up and let go.” My younger sister said nothing, seeming to think. She flipped through the album and softly exclaimed, “Is this my brother-in-law?”
