Xiaoning's little face was getting paler, her frail body seemed to sway as if about to collapse. She clenched the waist pendant in her palm, pinching it so tightly that wrinkles appeared on its surface. Her fingernails were digging into flesh, nearly drawing blood from her soft hand. Yet she was unaware of it, standing there in silence, tears flowing down her cheeks.
Bai Ruozhu sneered secretly, anyone who saw them might think she was bullying a young girl. Moreover, some might argue that considering her brother's attractiveness, it was only natural for some to have hidden feelings for him and it wouldn't be a big deal if he took a concubine. However, she didn't want her brother to be entrapped by some scheming woman, nor the family reputation tarnished like that.
It was about time, so she told Xiaoning to get back to work. Xiaoning dried her tears, looking both fragile and strong. If Bai Ruozhu were a man, she might have felt some sympathy and affection.