Treatment

Qiao Yue rushed to Qiao Ying's room on the third floor.

Qiao Ying's room had the worst lighting in the entire Qiao residence. It was cold all year round and no sunlight could enter.

Qiao Yue found it a little strange at first, but now she understood.

Qiao Ying's avoidance from talking about the incident from back then was probably the third madam's doing.

The door to her room was wide open, and Qiao Yue could see the mess inside.

Torn books and papers were scattered all over. Qiao Yue recognized the cover from Qiao Ying's notebook. 

Qiao Yue's heart skipped a beat. She looked in every corner of the room for Qiao Ying and finally found her shaking inside the bathroom.

"Fifth brother..." Qiao Ying saw Qiao Yue and burst into tears.

Qiao Yue's heart ached as she rushed over to hug Qiao Ying. "It's alright, I know. You don't have to say anything."