What is she doing?
Jiang Ling continued to endure, barely holding onto consciousness as Jiang Lai's voice gradually became somewhat indistinct.
"I really don't like you. As soon as you arrived home, you stole all of father's attention. I remember it clearly. On the day of my tenth birthday, you got injured in the military camp. That night, he didn't come back to celebrate my birthday because he was taking care of you.
Whenever there's something good to eat or drink at home, he always asks me to share it with you. Of course, I don't want to, and increasingly find you annoying. Every time I wanted to teach you a lesson, I ended up taking a beating from father. You know how badly it hurts when father hits with that bamboo stick; it makes your legs go numb from the pain.
Sigh..."
Jiang Ling slightly opened her eyes, seeing Jiang Lai staring into the distance, with a somewhat nostalgic expression on her face.
