They were such familiar, such close sisters, yet at this moment, they were strangers, less than strangers.
Ling Chuxia stood still, yearning to rush and cling to her elder sister like before, to act spoiled, but now, her feet seemed glued to the floor, unable to lift.
Ling Yunshu was also sitting listlessly on the sofa, her gaze vacant. After a long while, she slowly raised her eyes and looked at Ling Chuxia. She softly spoke, her voice extremely raspy, "Xiaxia, come and sit."
Ling Chuxia hadn’t expected that Ling Yunshu wasn’t angry with her, didn’t yell at her, didn’t show even a hint of discontent. Her voice was so calm, so gentle, just like every time she had done something wrong, caused trouble, and got both of them punished. Yet, she had never blamed her, always so gentle, forgivingly saying, "Xiaxia, it’s okay, don’t worry, your sister is here."
Tears suddenly welled up in Ling Chuxia’s eyes, her vision blurring, her voice trembling, "Sister..."
"Let’s talk after you sit down."
Ling Yunshu looked at Ling Chuxia, gently patting the spot beside her. Ling Chuxia swallowed the bitterness in her heart, slowly walked over, and carefully sat down.
Ling Yunshu, seeing Ling Chuxia’s reddened eyes, her own eyes reddened slightly but she still forced a smile, "Why are you crying? I haven’t even said anything. Someone who didn’t know better would think I’m bullying you."
With those words, Ling Chuxia felt even more guilty and saddened.
She would have preferred if her sister had scolded her or even beat her up, venting her anger rather than keeping all the sorrow inside, enduring it all alone.
"It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. You know, ever since we were little, whatever you wanted, your sister would agree. Even... even if you really didn’t want to abort the baby... it’s... it’s okay. You’re my only sister, as long as you’re happy, I can agree to anything."
Ling Yunshu’s voice broke several times, yet she still gritted her teeth, painfully articulated each word, and even forced a smile at Ling Chuxia. Despite her evident grief, she still tried to smile at her.
Ling Chuxia couldn’t utter a word; all sounds were brutally choked within her, tears unconsciously streamed down, wetting her entire face.
Ling Yunshu struggled to smile, and ultimately failed. Abruptly, she stood up and rushed to the bathroom.
Tears from Ling Chuxia’s eyes plopped onto the table, dripping onto the documents lying there. The white paper soaked up the droplets, becoming translucent instantly.
Unconsciously, Ling Chuxia’s gaze drifted over, the few words on the document shook her to her core, even making her forget to cry.
Her eyes widened, she stared intently at those few words on the document, her hand trembling as she reached out, picked up the document, and flipped through it, trembling.
She read every word on the document carefully, closely, and by the end, her face turned pale, her body trembling uncontrollably.
How could... how is it possible?
How could her sister... have fallen into depression? How could...