When I got home at night, I wanted to talk to my parents about changing my major, but I found the atmosphere at home strangely tense.

　　My parents sat on the sofa with serious expressions, as if they had just finished a fight, each looking more upset than the other.

　　Aunt Zhou was wiping the table nearby and when she saw me come in, she raised her voice.

　　'Yuling's back.' My dad immediately stood up and walked towards me angrily, with my mom following and holding onto his arm.

　　'Lao Jiang, speak nicely.

　　Huayu Ling! What did you do at school today? Qingya came back crying and immediately had a fever.

　　She called you sister with every word she said, how could you bear to bully her? The things from back then have nothing to do with her, how many times do we have to say it before you understand!' I calmly looked at my dad.

　　'What did she tell you? Even in court, a judge needs to hear the words before convicting someone, so what gives you the right to decide that I bullied her?' My dad became even angrier and raised his hand to hit me, but hesitated and forcefully hit the table instead.

　　'Sharp-tongued! Let me ask you, did you publicly say that Qingya's grandmother is our family's maid? Qingya cares a lot about face, and by saying that, you embarrassed her in front of her classmates―' I turned my head to look at Aunt Zhou.

　　'Dad, I disagree with you on this.

　　What's wrong with being a maid? Does being a maid make someone inferior? Everyone earns their livelihood through labor, so why do you look down on maids?' My dad: '...

　　' My dad turned his head to look at Aunt Zhou, his face embarrassed.

　　'Aunt Zhou, I didn't mean it that way.' Aunt Zhou continued to lower her head and wipe the table, and my mom took the opportunity to come over and pull my arm, asking me to go upstairs and check on Jiang Qingya.

　　'Yuling, I know you have grievances, but as time goes on, you'll discover that Qingya is a very kind and cute child.

　　Mom hopes you can treat each other well as sisters, okay?' I nodded and went upstairs to see Jiang Qingya.

　　If she loves pretending to be sick so much, let her really get sick, that way she'll look even more pitiful.

　　Little did I know, as soon as I entered Jiang Qingya's room, I saw a black bug rushing towards me.