Chen Ye smiled. Though he seemed to be teasing, in truth, he was concerned about a rift between the two sisters. He pointed it out in front of Zhiwei on purpose to let her know that Qing Jun missed her senior sister tremendously.
"It's not... it's not true!"
Qing Jun protested sullenly.
Zhiwei looked at her familiar younger sister, and a thousand words surged in her heart, yet they were stuck in her throat.
She recalled the time when Qing Jun accused their master of favoritism, the time she spent under the broad robes of their master, and the sadness on Qing Jun's face when she left last time...
In the end, guilt overwhelmed her heart.
Even though she hadn't done anything wrong, she always felt guilty towards her younger sister whenever she remembered their joyful times with their master while her younger sister was alone.
She clutched the hem of her clothes, her voice low and bitter: "Qing Jun... I'm sorry... about last time..."
Her words were left unfinished.
