Ling Yunshu looked at him, her face instantly darkening, her voice turning cold, "Xiao Chen, can I no longer command you?"
Xiao Chen's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched slightly, and then he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he tried to contain his emotions and spoke, "Yun Shu, let it go, please? Xiaxia is your sister. She shares the same blood as you. Haven't you done enough to hurt her?"
"I hurt her? Xiao Chen, have you lost your mind? It's clearly Ling Chuxia who's hurting me! She has everything now, and I have nothing. Why do you always stop me? Could it be... you've fallen for Ling Chuxia as well?"
Towards the end, Ling Yunshu's voice became almost shrill, her eyes wide open, staring fixedly at Xiao Chen.
