"A younger sister is not necessarily always a younger sister..." Hua Ruyu sighed as she walked, her tone lingering and heavy with the grievance of a neglected boudoir, muttering unashamedly:
"Yet a sister-in-law, somehow, is always a sister-in-law..."
Zhao Wujiang gave a dry cough, his expression somewhat unnatural. His gaze inadvertently drifted into Hua Ruyu's room, and he hurried inside to gather up a scroll of paintings before stepping out of the side chamber and pulling the door tightly shut behind him.
Chapter 90