Ji Xueruo sat upright on the wooden chair, scrutinizing her rebellious-looking sister as if she were judging a criminal. She couldn't help but speak coldly:
"Traitor."
Ji Lingruo responded angrily, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Who are you calling a traitor?"
Ji Xueruo met Ji Lingruo's gaze without avoiding it, her eyes cold: "Whoever forgets our mother's vendetta is the traitor!"
"When did I ever forget our mother's vendetta? I want revenge more than anyone else! Including you! But you took my Demon Pill and stripped away my right to revenge!"
Ji Lingruo became more aggrieved as she spoke. Although she had imagined the reunion with her sister wouldn't be a scene of tenderness and affection, she hadn't expected to be labeled a "traitor" by her sister without understanding the reason upon meeting her. The thought of it made her tears almost spill:
"You don't want me to forget the vendetta, yet you don't allow me to seek revenge. What right do you have to judge me?"
