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In the afternoon, Li Xiaolu had no classes. She didn't want to stay in her apartment. She wanted to go out for a walk. She thought she might be able to see Jijun there. She thought she might be able to meet him there.
Ten minutes later, Li Xiaolu arrived at the study room on the first floor. She found a seat by the window and looked out at the scenery. She thought she should see him soon. She thought she should meet him earlier. However, he did not show up. She waited for a long time, but he never appeared. She felt a bit disappointed. She thought she should go back.
Li Xiaolu packed her things and prepared to leave the study room. She heard a voice behind her. "Li Xiaolu." She turned around and saw Zhao Shu standing in front of her. She was a bit surprised, "You... what are you doing here?" Zhao Shu coldly replied, "Why can't I be here?" Li Xiaolu looked at her, "You... what do you want?" Zhao Shu said, "I came to find you." Li Xiaolu was somewhat confused, "You... why are you looking for me?" Zhao Shu looked at her, "If that old man looks for you, don't pay attention to him." Li Xiaolu was stunned. She didn't expect Zhao Shu to call her father "that old man." She looked at Zhao Shu, "You... why do you say that?" Zhao Shu replied, "I just dislike him."
Li Xiaolu looked at her and asked, "Why do you hate him?"
Zhao Shu replied, "I don't need to tell you."
Li Xiaolu continued to look at her, "You..."
Zhao Shu met her gaze and said, "Remember my words."
Li Xiaolu stared at her, "You..."
Zhao Shu warned, "If you dare to associate with him, I won't be polite to you."
Li Xiaolu was taken aback.
She didn't expect Zhao Shu to threaten her like that.
She looked at Zhao Shu and asked, "Why are you doing this?"
Zhao Shu responded, "I don't need to tell you."
Li Xiaolu gazed at her, "You..."
Zhao Shu reiterated, "Remember my words."
Li Xiaolu looked at her, "You..."
Then Zhao Shu turned and walked away.
Li Xiaolu watched Zhao Shu's retreating figure, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite express.
She thought that Zhao Shu had really changed.
She realized that Zhao Shu was no longer the cute girl she once knew.
She understood that Zhao Shu would never call her "sister" again.
...
Li Xiaolu and Zhao Shu had never had a good relationship.
Zhao Shu was Li Xiaolu's stepsister.
When Li Xiaolu's mother, Yu Min, married Zhao Yi, Zhao Shu was only five years old.
At that time, Li Xiaolu was already eight.
Li Xiaolu felt no affection for Zhao Shu.
To her, Zhao Shu was just a stranger with no connection to her.
Zhao Shu felt the same way about Li Xiaolu.
She viewed Li Xiaolu as an outsider with no ties to her.
Neither of them liked each other.
They did not consider each other family.
They lived together for over a decade but shared no familial bond whatsoever.
Their relationship was more distant than that of strangers.
They had never gone out to play together.
They had never eaten a meal together.
They had never spoken to each other.
They only pretended to be harmonious in front of Zhao Yi and Yu Min, but privately, they never talked.
They always kept their distance.
They always maintained their indifference.
...
Li Xiaolu remembered that once, when she was young, she had an argument with Zhao Shu.
Unable to win against Zhao Shu, she ran out of the house.
She walked alone on the street, not knowing where to go.
She walked for a long time until it was dark.
She arrived at a cemetery and saw a bouquet of flowers placed at her father's grave.
She recognized that it was her mother's flowers.
She realized that her mother had visited her father.
She recalled her mother saying that her father had passed away.
She thought her mother must be very sad.
She thought her mother must be in great pain.
She thought her mother must be very upset.
She thought her mother must feel very lonely.
She thought her mother must be very afraid.
She thought her mother must feel very helpless.
She thought her mother must be very lonely.
She thought her mother must feel very desolate.
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