She had meant to call her sister for a long time. At first, she was coy. Then she got buried by endless events and happenings that made them drift apart. The old intimacy was lost while their lives became all about work, just like many celebrities and their agents. She never had the chance to call Yi Ling her sister, until it was too late when her beloved threw herself off the 25th floor. Gone, the last person that truly cared for her.
Yi Ling felt tears pooling in her eyes. She shoved her away good-naturedly and pinched Yan Huan's face, "Where did you learn this? Got me so emotional. Or are you using your sister to get into your role?"
"Alright," she stood up. "I'll wash the dishes." She cleaned the table and went to the kitchen.
"By the way, Huanhuan, how come you suddenly cook so well?"
