"Ever since my mother and I moved in and became part of the Su family, you've been shunning us. You've made things difficult for us in everything we did. My mom had asked me to tolerate you. She said that you were only acting like that because you couldn't accept your mother's death. She even told me that things would get better in time."
Su Yuanyuan was crying in torrents. When she spoke, her voice sounded completely miserable. She stood alone before Su Jianan, the shoulders on her lean and tiny frame quivering slightly. From all perspective, Su Yuanyuan looked like some kind of socially vulnerable girl who had been oppressed for years. Nobody would be able to quell the feelings of pity evoked by such a sight.
Su Jianan kept looking at Su Yuanyuan's eyes. "Wonder what mascara she's us
