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.
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