Fang Xueruo writes first
Fang Xueruo turns at your question, a glass of champagne in one hand, and her lovely face goes soft with pain before you’ve even finished asking.
“Oh.” A tiny, brave breath. “You want to know about my sister.”
She glances toward the cameras at the far end of the room, just once, and steps half a pace closer to you, into better light.
“Please don’t write anything cruel about her. People have said so many terrible things.” Her eyes shine wet. “She was never a bad person. She was just... unhappy. Jealous, maybe, when Father started paying attention to me. I never blamed her.”
She touches your sleeve lightly, sincerely.
“If she were here, I’d forgive her for everything. I’d want her to come home.”
Then, very softly, still smiling:
“You’ve written about her before, haven’t you? I remember the article.” A gentle tilt of her head. “Have you heard anything about where she went?”
