She never spoke to Zhuanzhuan about her childhood ordeal because what she might say could cause Zhuanzhuan a second injury. The sa girls, the sa sisters, but because she was the eldest, she was sent to be cared for by her grandparents, receiving more love than others.
anwhile, Zhuanzhuan, simply because she was the second girl, was handed over to the Demons, Jiang ili’s couple, suffering total destruction and tornt. The sisters’ fates had diverged since then - one carefree, the other trapped in darkness and pain.
What could she say? That she was luckier? At that ti, she was also very young, knew nothing, and could do nothing for Zhuanzhuan. Even if she owed nothing to Zhuanzhuan in two lifetis, what was the outco?
In truth, Nan Fei always knew why Zhuanzhuan was so calculative and against her in the past life. When the family was wiped out, leaving her alone to struggle bitterly. All was due to the seeds of disaster sown from the sisters’ childhood experiences!
Zhuanzhuan hated her, hated her deeply. That hatred was planted when she was very young, and over the years, the sisterly bond from doing chores together, going to school together, and sharing a room couldn’t erase it. Zhuanzhuan was affected, swayed back and forth, struggling with love and hate, so it wasn’t surprising.
But in the end, hatred prevailed, as her ultimate goal was to cause her pain.
How could she forgive Zhuanzhuan?
While Nan Fei remained silent, Zhuanzhuan kept her focused, strange gaze on her, eyes filled with unprecedented wonder and sudden realization.
"It’s a pity to wipe out the family," Zhuanzhuan said regretfully, "I’m sorry I didn’t have the chance to do it myself, you know? In my original plan, I intended to do it personally. But you acted before , caught , and I lost the chance, so I had to ask Leng Peixi for help."
This ti Zhuanzhuan didn’t disguise or dodge anything, revealing the details of the Jiang ili family’s massacre clear and straightforwardly.
Nan Fei wasn’t surprised, as she had guessed it long ago.
"What about now?" she asked, "Do you still hate? Do you still want everyone to be buried with you? Do you still wish to see struggle in pain?"
"I don’t know." Zhuanzhuan’s thin cheeks grew paler, her eyes filled with weariness and confusion, "I don’t know, I..." She suddenly realized when Ying Jiuming died that very precious to her was lost, and from that mont, she truly had nothing left.
"I can’t forget Ying Jiuming’s last look at before he died. I clearly killed him, but he told , ’he doesn’t bla ,’ he even told not to cry." This emotion was so unfamiliar; she had never experienced it before.
She clearly killed Ying Jiuming, yet why didn’t he hate her? Why wasn’t he sad?
Even near death, he could still smile at her, tell her not to feel sad, not to bla herself! Deadly, how could Jiang Zhuanzhuan feel regret! She never had a conscience growing up, how could a person without a conscience feel regret!
Listening to Zhuanzhuan’s words, Nan Fei couldn’t help but laugh, laughing quite joyfully.
"Why are you laughing?" Zhuanzhuan asked unhappily.
"I’m laughing at your misery." Nan Fei felt an unprecedented relief, that Zhuanzhuan lost what was genuine and precious without realizing it. Not until it was gone did she wake up, begin to know pain, which was the greatest punishnt for her.
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