She refused to acknowledge such a sister and did not want such a blood relation.
"Oh, by the way," Zhang Yindi suddenly reached out and gripped Tang Yuxin's arm, "Yuxin, I've given myself a new name. I will not be called Yindi anymore, I want to be called Xiaomei."
Tang Yuxin slightly pursed her red lips, her dark red face softly smiling, and yet, in her eyes, there were no signs of any ripples of emotion.
Zhang Yindi kept excitedly repeating her new name. She couldn't stop talking all the way from home to school, perhaps because she had been silenced at home and felt the need to say all she had to say in one day.
In Zhang Yindi's heart, Tang Yuxin was a great confidante.
She doesn't respond much, you just have to talk, and she smiles. But what she doesn't realize is that Tang Yuxin's smile is purely perfunctory, suggesting that she does not really care.
"Hey, Yuxin, look, we are in the same class, in class five."
