Nian Xiaomu eyed the person in front of her from head to toe.
She had long jet-black hair and appeared reserved and obedient.
Like herself, Xing Li was also slender.
She would be considered a beauty with her delicate features, but one side of her face was scarred by the fire.
However, there was a sense of evil and foreboding in her mien that tarnished her image. She appeared more like a demoness that had escaped from hell.
Was this person… really her older sister?
Why didn't they look alike at all?
"Don't call me Older Sister! I'd rather not have a person like you as my younger sister!" Upon hearing Nian Xiaomu say the words "older sister," Xing Li lashed out through gritted teeth and squeezed Nian Xiaomu's hand so hard that it felt like she was out to break Nian Xiaomu's bones.
Nian Xiaomu frowned when she felt the pain in her hand.