Shen Mianmian was endlessly nagged by Lu Siyuan until school let out, only finding peace when he went to the parking lot to retrieve his bicycle.
Not too far from the teachers' building with her backpack on, Zhou Siyu caught up to her with a light jog, calling out crisply.
"Sister."
Shen Mianmian's body shuddered, as if time had reverted to those first two years after Zhou Siyu had just been brought into the family—only then would Siyu use such an innocent and guileless voice to address her sister.
Back then, Zhou Siyu had only just started school, her ambitions were not yet so grand, and if there was ever a time she had been sincere with her, it was probably only during those two years.
It wasn't to say that everything was wonderful, but at least she hadn't schemed against her.
Of course, the current Zhou Siyu, even if she used that tone again, couldn't hide the shrewdness in her eyes.
