After Wang Ming Chen passed, things were the same, but also not quite the same. Wang Jing Hua, with her blessing and curse of memory was sad for many days, and each morning when she woke up with puffy eyes and tear stains, her memory would be reignited, and she would be sad again. But eventually the tears stopped flowing, and with blissful ignorance, she continued focusing on the things at hand. It wasn't like Wang Ming Chen didn't exist to her anymore, but without a physical reminder of her presence, her mind wouldn't drift there, just like she hadn't thought about her sister for a long long time.
Wang Ming Liang on the other hand became much quieter. Between the two sisters, Wang Ming Liang had always been much more quiet. In her words, she was more refined, and in Wang Ming Chen's words, she was a schemer…
