With that, Chi Jiao clicked into the study on her crystal heels. Chi Wan stood frozen where she was. *Chi Wan, you pathetic, unloved thing.* The words echoed relentlessly in her ears. She knew Chi Jiao looked down on her. In Chi Jiao’s eyes, she was nothing more than a lurker in the shadows, coveting what was hers: her mother, her Huo Sihan. And she, Chi Wan, had nothing and was loved by no one. C