The moment Chu Wang appeared, Chu Zhao’s mind went blank for a heartbeat.
It was like a melodious, tranquil summer night tune suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched, jarring movement.
Discordant and abrupt, it left her caught off guard.
"Are you cursing Mom?"
"How do you have the face to paint something like this?"
"I wondered why Mom kept having nightmares—it was all your fault!"
"Chu Zhao, you’re nothing but a heartless beast for painting such trash!"
"Dad was right to scold you! You’re a white-eyed wolf, a family wrecker..."
"Why must I have a sister like you?!"
A ringing filled Chu Zhao’s head. It was like an airplane climbing away from the ground, or the billion-fold resonance of a swarm of bees, their wings a frantic blur.
Her world spun out of control.
...Sister?
Besides Chu Fu, wasn't Chu Wang supposed to have no other sisters?
When did she ever count as his sister?
Blood ties and family names were tossed aside; she was whoever he decided she was, everything governed entirely by his whims. As the golden, pampered young master of the Chu family, he certainly had the confidence to act as he pleased.
Chapter 19