Returning to the room, Hong Yiyi bit her collar gently, not daring to look up at Xiao Tianyu. She felt suddenly inferior in front of him, just because she could not shake off the memory of Hong Yuan's earlier humiliation outside.
Of course, she would never hate her brother, because it was all for her. What she hated was why some people are born superior, bathed in glory, destined to be the protagonists of this world.
She felt somewhat unwilling in her heart, especially thinking of the recent scene, she hated this world even more.
Her parents died of poisoning when she was young. On her mother's deathbed, she was born, and because her mother was poisoned, she was born with an innate poison, incurable, with only a nineteen-year lifespan. She was already sixteen now, with just three years to live.
