"Sister Qing, it's been some time since I last saw you." The beautiful yet haughty-looking young woman slowly stirred the coffee in the delicate porcelain cup and glanced at the lovely Liu Qing seated opposite her. "How is brother Siming? Is he ok?" She sounded indifferent, yet the hopeful tone of her voice when she asked this betrayed an eagerness that was at odds with the prideful demeanor she tried to project.
Liu Qing smiled, the expression on her face as gentle as ever as she took a sip of her drink before answering. "He's good. So, is Ah'Jian and everyone." Then she put down the cup before directly looking at Zhu Wanyin, her eyes full of mirth. "Also, he made a new friend. A cute little sister actually. She's not only beautiful and talented but quite fun too."
The hand stirring the drink in the cup paused slightly as the proud beauty slowly set down the dainty spoon in her hand. "Oh, a girl?"
