"Second Brother, what do you mean by this, you don't want me anymore?" The tears in Sang Jiao's eyes flowed freely as she adopted an utterly heartbroken demeanor.
She was also filled with resentment. She had taken a knife for him, yet he still chose to abandon her for Sang Qiao?
"I'm sorry, if you need my help, I will still assist, but I can no longer be your brother. Your face—if you find the time, you should get it restored. Be true to yourself; there's no need to compromise just for us. In fact, we've never treated you as a substitute."
Sang Shen thought that saying these words would make him feel awful, but at that moment, all he felt was relief.
With the conversation having reached this point, Sang Jiao was not foolish. She knew persisting would only shatter her generally compassionate persona and be ineffective.
Especially since her second brother had long stopped favoring her.
