In the evening, when Lin Ruoxi returned home from work, she found a young stranger wearing a pair of fuzzy slippers, carefully carrying a steaming pot of braised vermicelli from the kitchen. It was Hui Lin.
Hui Lin placed the pot on the table and looked up to see Lin Ruoxi standing at the door. A brief moment of eye contact created a peculiar sensation. Despite meeting for the first time, there was a sense of familiarity and even intimacy.
"Sis...sister, you're back..." Hui Lin instinctively uttered a soft greeting.
After a brief thought, Lin Ruoxi asked, "You're... that guy's distant cousin?"
Hui Lin was a bit nervous, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, recalling that she was introduced as a cousin by Yang Chen. "Yes."
