"Inferior?"
Shen Mianmian raised an eyebrow.
Cheng Xining said, "Isn't it? You've grown up in that kind of environment since you were a child, no matter how good your life is now, you still can't shake off the label of being born poor. Compared to us, who are of noble birth, there's just no comparison. Can you say that you don't feel inferior at all?"
"So what if my background isn't good?" Shen Mianmian looked at Cheng Xining, her gaze very indifferent. "Even if I was not born as privileged as you, I still stand at your height. Background can't prove anything. Having a good background is an advantage, but it's not your right to look down on others."
"So what if I despise you? I just can't stand you, why does everyone like you, cherish you, believe you are outstanding?" Cheng Xining voiced the frustration she had held inside for years. "What do I lack compared to you?"
"Your mistake is always comparing yourself to me," Shen Mianmian said.
