Jiang Yue knew what it meant to be hurt by the people who were supposed to love you. She knew what it meant to have family become the very place where you were wounded, and perhaps that was why she wanted Xia Mingzhou's carefully constructed image to collapse in front of the very people who had spent years believing in it.
Luo Zhelan looked at her and said nothing.
For the first time, he found himself wondering just how much these two sisters had endured without telling anyone.
How many things had Jiang Yue swallowed in silence because she believed she had to be strong enough for both of them?
He knew her well enough to understand the things she would never say aloud.
She probably blamed herself.
Perhaps, somewhere deep inside, she believed that if she had been stronger, more observant, or simply there at the right moments, Jiang Xiu would never have suffered as much as she had.
Maybe that was why Jiang Yue protected her sister with such fierce determination.
