You know what?” An Ke stepped back in surprise, her eyes wide as she stared at An Qiao. The siblings hadn’t seriously talked in a long time. In her memory, he was still that little boy who would whine and crawl into her bed in winter, wanting to warm her feet. Time had passed so quickly. Unknowingly, he had grown into an adult. Looking at his tall, straight figure, An Ke’s tears uncontrollably fell drop by drop. She hated Jun Hao – even if she tore him into pieces, it wouldn’t ease her hatred. But why didn’t she want An Qiao to know about what happened between her and Jun Hao? In her view, hating or seeking revenge should be her responsibility; she didn’t want to drag An Qiao into it.
“Sister… sister…” An Qiao called out: “I only want you to be happy. You took care of me in the past, and now I want to take care of you. If you truly want to be with him, I won’t say another word.”
“This is between me and him. Don’t interfere. Go pack your things and go to school tomorrow.”
“No, this isn’t just between you two. He’s indirectly responsible for our father’s death.”
An Ke understood the deep hatred in his heart and said weakly again: “Even if revenge is to be sought, I’ll do it. You go back to school tomorrow.”
“I’m not going back to school. I’ve already signed a contract with a foreign enterprise and will start working next month.”
An Ke trembled, asking excitedly: “What did you say? Say it again.”
“Sister, don’t get excited. I’m prepared.”
“You’ve grown up, so you can disobey me? Do you know what Dad’s biggest wish was?”
“I know, I know everything. As long as I’m capable of defeating Jun Hao, you can hold your head high and not be humiliated.”
“I said this is between me and him. Don’t interfere,” An Ke almost shouted. A wave of nausea rose from her stomach, and she couldn’t help but retch.
An Qiao rushed forward to support her: “Sister, are you okay?”
