"Xiao Rou, what nonsense are you talking about?" Sun Qing's voice was somewhat shy.
"Sister, you are three years older than me, and now you're already twenty-five. Because of my illness, you haven't gotten married yet, and I feel very guilty," Sun Rou's voice was a bit somber. "Sister, if there's someone suitable, someone you like, you shouldn't refuse."
"I've grown up now, and I can make money in the future so that Daddy and Mom don't have to work so hard." Sun Rou said, still feeling guilty about how her illness had been a burden not only to her sister but also to her parents, who spent most of their earnings on her medical bills.
Sun Rou already felt very remorseful. If her sister remained unmarried because of her, it would make her feel even worse.
