Ling Chuxia smiled for a while, and her gaze unintentionally swept over to the mobile phone set aside. As she smiled, her smile slowly faded away, and a trace of sorrow gradually surfaced in her eyes.
She actually envied Ji Xinxin, at least she had the right to choose whether to defy her mother or not when it came to doing things she didn't like.
But for her, starting from three years ago, she had no room for choice, no room for defiance. No matter how sad, how much she cried, or how wronged she felt, she could only force herself to persevere.
Now… finally, she was able to catch her breath, but the fact remained that she still had no choice, no power to rebel.
Ling Chuxia stared at the phone intently, her hands slowly clenching tighter and tighter, her fingernails digging into her palms, as she involuntarily thought of the phone call with her elder sister.
