"Mom, I'm sorry, I was just eager to take a stand but didn't think it through," Ye Meiru apologized, her head hung low, her facial expression unseen.
"Ah!" Grandma Ye sighed but said nothing. Her older granddaughter was fond of Mei Yitong, but as fate would have it, Mei Yitong was interested in the younger granddaughter, which had always been a thorn in the older one's heart.
She understood the younger granddaughter's temperament; mentioning that was by no means unintentional—she simply wanted to needle her older sister.
These two sisters, always at odds like sworn enemies. As elders, even if there was inadvertent favoritism, they loved both dearly, and such entangled matters truly caused headaches.
"I'm going to go out for a walk, get some fresh air," Ye Meiru, sensing her mother and grandmother's grievances towards her, decided to slip away and avoid the imminent storm.
