Love and Hate Fade Like a Dying Lamp

After my sister was jilted and abandoned by that faithless man, she spent her days sunk in gloom. To cheer her up, I gave her spirit stones, handed over an immortal manor, and even arranged for a master artificer to take her on as a disciple. She was timid and withdrawn, so I threw away my pride and smoothed the way for her everywhere, begging my immortal friends to look out for her. My husband, the God of War, was far from pleased. "A useless thing like her, who can't even stand on her own, will only bring you trouble. She isn't even your real sister. Do you really have to wait on her hand and foot like she's some kind of ancestor?"