Ning Guiwan suppressed the urge to break free, her hands clenched into fists on her lap, tightly gripping her skirt.
What emerged in her mind were the intimate images of Quan Xiangru and Ning Qinghan she had seen in a photograph four years ago.
Her stomach churned, her nerves were taut, and fine beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
It seemed that from that time, she had rejected all contact with the opposite sex, which she found utterly repulsive, especially when she was sober.
"I know." Her voice was surprisingly calm. "You and Grandmother Quan will always be good to me."
...
Ning Rongyue returned to her sister's hospital room door, distraught, and heard Yun Shu and Ning Honghua arguing inside.
"...How long are you going to hurt Xiaowan?" Yun Shu's voice was faint with guilt. "If Tingshuang knew you were treating Xiaowan like this, can you imagine how sad she would be?"
