After a long silence, Rong Yan sneered, "Well then, if I could finish it before, I believe you can do it too. After all, we are only a minute part. Who is more precious?"
Having said that, she no longer paid any attention.
Rong Qiao looked at Rong Yan’s indifferent demeanor, and her heart was exceptionally saddened, engulfed by a wave of sorrow.
And there was resentment... Why had her sister inexplicably become like this? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
She stood in place for a good while, seeing that the person on the bed had no reaction, she then went to wash up with a heavy heart...
That night, Rong Qiao tossed and turned, unable to sleep... which also greatly irritated Rong Yan, who hadn’t really fallen asleep either. She determined she must move into the school dormitory.
Of course, she didn’t want to indulge... the person before her.
"Can you stop moving? Your fidgeting is already affecting my sleep."
Rong Qiao was already feeling wronged, and now she was truly heartbroken, "I, I can’t sleep..."
Rong Yan huffed, "Just because you can’t sleep, you move around? This bed isn’t just for you. If you can’t sleep, can’t you just lie still?"
Rong Qiao: ...
After that, she really didn’t dare to toss and turn anymore.
The next day, Rong Yan got up early, glancing at the person who had woken up earlier than her, with dark circles quite apparent under her eyes.
"Sister..." Rong Qiao timidly called out, but her words were lost behind her freshly cut bangs.
She stared blankly, her eyes losing their focus. Without her bangs, her sister looked very different, revealing eyes... that were actually even prettier than hers.
Even her facial features, if hers were delicate, her sister’s were as if retouched to perfection with a photo-beautifying app.
Her sister’s face... without the bangs, was it this beautiful?
While she was lost in thought, Rong Yan had already gotten out of bed and gone downstairs.
After washing up, she came outside...


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