Guan Qingyue was startled by her brother's grave expression and serious tone. She knew that if her brother said he wouldn't care about her anymore, he really meant it, and she became scared, quickly grabbing Guan Qingshu's sleeve: "Brother, I just misunderstood Yang Ruxin before, right? I really know my mistake now and will never do it again. Why can't you let go?" With that, she wiped away a tear, "Why, in your eyes, does your own sister not even compare to an outsider?"
Guan Qingshu chuckled: "If you've truly changed, then you're still my good sister." Saying this, he patted her head, but inwardly sighed, hoping she truly had changed and wasn't being insincere.
And so, the matter passed.
Although Yang Ruxin no longer had pregnancy symptoms, her appetite had become surprisingly good, but there were plenty of hands at home, so she wasn't allowed to do anything.
Soon it was New Year's Eve.
