January 13, 2024, Saturday, sunny.

8:00 AM.

Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the curtains, spreading a warm band of light across the floor.

Liu Qingning's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She groggily rolled over, her hand reaching to feel the space beside her.

Empty. Cold.

Tang Song was no longer in bed.

Her thoughts gradually gathered.

The events of last night resurfaced.

"Mmm...."

Liu Qingning buried her face into the pillow, her ears so red they seemed about to drip blood.

She had actually really done it.

Taken the initiative to put on that chain, taken the initiative to kneel before him, taken the initiative to lift up....

And his gaze, his hands, his breath when he lost control, and finally, those lewd, trashy things he said.

Every image, every sensation, felt as if it had been carved into her soul, terrifyingly clear.

For her, this was absolutely something that had broken through her bottom line.

Too shameful.

Really, too shameful.

After a long time.

She peeked half her face out from under the covers, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while.

Then, she moved her fingers.

Sore.

Her wrist was truly sore.

That aching soreness from maintaining the same strenuous posture for a long time spread from her wrist all the way to her forearm, even her knuckles felt a bit stiff.

She tried rotating her wrist, "Ssss" she sucked in a sharp breath of cool air, then quickly retreated back under the covers.

"That wretched Little Song! Wretched! Wretched! How could he be so rough... doesn't even know how to be gentle with a lady!"

Liu Qingning bit her lower lip, gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and looked down at herself.

On her snow-white skin, faint red marks were still vaguely visible.

Those were marks left by that chain, and also by him...

Also, he was practically like a watering can.

Even now, her hair seemed to still carry his scent.

She brought a strand of hair close to her nose and sniffed, her face growing even hotter.

But another thought uncontrollably popped into her mind.

He seemed to really like it.

That kind of liking wasn't just lip service.

It was that light in his eyes, that heat in his breath, that almost greedy obsession when he lost control.

That feeling made her see that Little Song from back then again.

That youth who belonged only to her.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingning suddenly smiled.

The smile held a bit of foolishness, a bit of sweetness, and a bit of softness.

She snuggled under the covers for a while longer, then threw them off, got out of bed naked.

She walked into the walk-in closet, picked out a clean set of casual clothes, and put them on.

Only then did she finally feel like she had returned to being a normal person.

Returning to the bedroom, she folded the quilt, put away the things that had been messed up last night.

That golden chest chain still lay quietly on the bedside table. She looked at it twice, reached out to pick it up, and gently placed it in a drawer.

A soft "click" sound.

Closing the drawer, she took a deep breath.

Several unread messages had already piled up on her phone screen. She swiped through them; most were work-related, and she casually replied to a few.

Then she saw Wen Ruan's avatar with a red notification dot.

[Wen Ruan: "Zhang Yan arrives in Shen City at noon today. I need to have a good talk with her beforehand. How about we go over later to celebrate Tang Song's birthday?"]

Liu Qingning thought for a moment, her fingers tapping briskly on the screen as she replied: "Okay, I've already ordered the cake. Let's have dinner together at my place tonight."

Not long after sending it, Wen Ruan replied with an [OK] sticker.

Liu Qingning looked at that name on the screen, pursed her lips, and sighed softly.

"Zhang Yan..."

The two of them weren't exactly strangers.

At least back in high school, Liu Qingning had seen her many times.

In the cafeteria, on the sports field, under the camphor trees by the roadside... you could always see that delicate, clean-looking girl standing there quietly.

Her aura was clean, non-confrontational.

Liu Qingning had noticed her back then.

Not out of jealousy, nor out of wariness.

It was just that she always saw her.

Saw the cautious, deeply hidden, yet incredibly focused gaze she had when looking at Tang Song.

However, at the time, she hadn't paid it much mind, never even actively spoken a word to the other girl.

Because back then, Tang Song's eyes were full of her.

His gaze would follow her figure, he would blush because of something she said, he would hurriedly avert his eyes when she looked at him.

That certainty of being blatantly favored gave her the confidence not to care about anyone else.

But Su Yu's words were like a strong beam of light, illuminating a Zhang Yan she had never clearly seen, hidden in the shadows.

That was a "story" from another dimension.

In that storyline, that girl had silently woven a web over ten years.

Liu Qingning had a strong intuition.

If everything developed according to the normal script...

At some future crossroads, between her and Zhang Yan, there would inevitably be an unavoidable, direct confrontation.

And she would probably be the one to lose.

Just as this thought surfaced, the bedroom door was pushed open.

"Awake?"

Tang Song walked in. He had just finished his morning workout, wearing a tracksuit, his whole person radiating the fresh, energetic vitality unique to early mornings.

"Breakfast is ready. Get up and have something to eat, baby."

Seeing him, the absurd images from last night instantly flashed through Liu Qingning's mind, and her face flushed red again.

She muttered softly, "It's your birthday today... I should have gotten up early to make you longevity noodles. I'm sorry..."

"Don't feel sorry." Tang Song blinked, walked to the bedside, looking down at her from above, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "If you really feel bad, then express it in 'another way'? I'd be absolutely delighted to accept."

His gaze slowly drifted downward, landing on her prominent chest.

Liu Qingning's body trembled, her face red as she shouted, "You pervert! What's in your head all day!"

"You are."

"You—!"

Liu Qingning grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Tang Song caught it with one hand and threw it back.

It hit Liu Qingning squarely on the head, knocking her freshly combed ponytail askew, even making a stray hair stick up.

Furious, Liu Qingning jumped up from the bed to chase him: "Tang Little Song! You're dead!"

Tang Song laughed, backing away. She chased after him barefoot, and the two of them tussled playfully at the bedroom door.

She reached out to hit him; he caught her wrist.

She lifted her foot to kick him; he dodged aside.

It was like being back in high school, the playful roughhousing between desks, full of youthful energy and pure joy.

After fooling around for quite a while, Liu Qingning finally caught him off guard and pinched his side hard. Hearing his cooperative "hiss," she was finally satisfied and stopped.

Arriving at the dining room.

The two of them chatted easily about the day's birthday plans while eating breakfast.

As she ate, Liu Qingning's movements slowed down.

"Tang Song."

"Hmm? What's up?"

"Nothing." Liu Qingning poked at the fruit on her plate with her fork, trying to sound casual. "Just suddenly wanted to ask, for your birthday, do a lot of girls send you congratulatory messages?"

Tang Song's movements paused briefly, but he finally nodded honestly. "Yeah, there are some."

He could sense that Bai Yueguang had already noticed.

The women around him far exceeded the few she knew about. This was already an undeniable fact.

"What?" Liu Qingning looked up at him, a half-smile on her face. "Afraid I'll get jealous, not daring to tell the truth?"

"No, no."

"Then... roughly how many?"

"Just... around ten or so." Tang Song guiltily averted his gaze.

Liu Qingning didn't press to ask which ten.

She lowered her head and continued poking at the fruit on her plate.

The air suddenly grew quiet for a while.

Tang Song opened his mouth, wanting to say something to break the silence, but didn't know what to say.

Liu Qingning's position in his heart was too special.

It wasn't just love; it was an extremely deep, profound friendship and bond that spanned his entire youth.

They had experienced so much together, were the people in this world who knew each other best.

So when facing her, regarding his current promiscuity, he always felt an indescribable sense of guilt.

"What about now?" Liu Qingning suddenly looked up, staring fixedly at him.

"What?" Tang Song was taken aback.

"Are you happy now? Do you feel happy?"

She looked at him, her eyes clear as a pool of water.

No interrogation, no probing, no beating around the bush.

She was just asking him very seriously, like the most genuine friend.

Looking into those familiar eyes, Tang Song felt his throat tighten as if blocked by something, a bit sour.

He put down his chopsticks, looked at her, and nodded.

"Yeah."

"That's good."

...

Yangcheng, Liwan District, Lanxin Garden Community.

In the room, a suitcase lay open on the floor, already packed full.

Clothes were folded neatly, toiletries were in waterproof storage bags, the laptop and charger were placed separately to one side.

Zhang Yan picked up the last scarf, carefully folded it, stuffed it into a gap in the suitcase, then forcefully closed the lid.

A "click" sound as the latch locked shut.

Footsteps sounded at the door.

"Not done packing yet?" Zhou Hui poked half her body in, a cleaning rag still in her hand.

"Done, done." Zhang Yan stood up, clapping her hands. "Mom, remember to finish the bananas in the fridge today, they're almost black, can't keep them any longer."

"Those were for you and Shuangshuang to eat on the road." Zhou Hui walked in, wiping the desk while chattering. "Fruit is perfect to eat in the car, saves you from getting hungry on the way."

"The drive is only about two hours, we've had breakfast, don't worry." Zhang Yan walked over and took the rag from her mother's hand. "Mom, don't work, take a rest."

"Rest what, I'm not tired." Zhou Hui said this, but didn't persist, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "When you get to Shen City, take good care of yourself, and keep an eye on Shuangshuang too. Director Wen is nice, but we shouldn't cause her too much trouble."

"I know, Mom."

"Do you have enough money? I still have some here..."

"It's enough." Zhang Yan quickly interrupted her. "My salary is very high now."

Zhou Hui was about to say something else when light, quick footsteps sounded from outside.

Chen Shuangshuang poked half her head in the doorway, phone in hand, an irrepressible smile on her face, her eyes sparkling.

"Sister."

"What's up?" Zhang Yan looked up at her.

"We're taking the company-arranged business car there today, right?" Chen Shuangshuang's voice held a hint of cautious confirmation, mixed with suppressed excitement.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Oh, okay."

Chen Shuangshuang quickly pulled her head back, her footsteps pattering away.

Zhou Hui glanced at the doorway, lowering her voice with a laugh. "She's definitely bragging to her classmates. Ever since you told her you're a manager now, she's always mentioning you to them. Yesterday you promised to get her a tablet and take her to Shen City to play; she must be over the moon inside."

Listening, Zhang Yan's lips also curved up unconsciously.

She walked to the bedroom door and looked towards the living room.

Chen Shuangshuang was curled up on the sofa, her fingers tapping "tap tap tap" rapidly on her phone screen, her smile practically reaching her ears.

Probably chatting about something she was proud of, she even couldn't help but shake her head, her ponytail swinging back and forth behind her.

Watching this scene, Zhang Yan thought for a moment, then walked over.

"Shuangshuang."

Chen Shuangshuang immediately looked up from her screen. "Yes!"

"I see your WeChat profile picture is Su Yu. Are you her fan?"

"Ah, yes!" Chen Shuangshuang's eyes lit up even more, and she sat up straighter. "The galaxy is brilliant, only for Yu! Our Su Yu is the irreplaceable, peerless top Vocal in the domestic entertainment industry! The pinnacle of beauty! And she's super classy, have you seen her concert from last year? The one where..."

Seeing her like this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but laugh. "Then... if there's a chance, I'll get you an autographed photo of hers."

Chen Shuangshuang froze instantly.

She stared straight at Zhang Yan, as if she hadn't understood the sentence.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Just get you an autographed photo of your idol. Do you want it?"

Chen Shuangshuang's eyes widened, her voice changing pitch. "Want! But... is it that Su Yu?"

"Yeah, it's that Su Yu."

"But autographed photos online are super, super expensive, and they might not even be real."

"It's fine. The one I get will definitely be genuine." Zhang Yan, uncharacteristically, showed a bit of playfulness and confidence. "Then you can show it off to your classmates, make them jealous."

She had met Su Yu, even exchanged contact info, and recently she was even helping with the creation of that song "Our Song."

Opening her mouth for her little sister wasn't too much of a problem.

"Really?!"

"Of course it's true."

Chen Shuangshuang "sprang" up from the sofa.

"Ahhhhhhh—!!"

She threw her arms around Zhang Yan, the force nearly knocking both of them over.

"Thank you, sister, I love you!!!"

After shouting, she seemed to realize she was too excited, quickly let go, somewhat embarrassed, pursed her lips, two blushes appearing on her cheeks.

Zhang Yan patted her head, then turned back to the room to continue tidying up.

Sunlight crossed the balcony, spilling onto the old security door and the floral-patterned floor tiles in the living room.

Chen Shuangshuang hugged a sofa cushion, completely quiet now.

She sat cross-legged, her chin resting on the edge of the cushion, quietly gazing in the direction of the bedroom.

Actually, she wasn't very familiar with this sister.

In her memory, Zhang Yan always seemed honest and simple, didn't talk much, even a bit dull.

When they occasionally met with their mom, she always sat quietly in a corner, answering questions when asked, not very noticeable.

But these past two days of interaction had really let her feel that kind of sisterly warmth.

And she had developed an attachment inside.

That's why she wanted to go to Shen City with her, to see where she lived there.

Wanted to talk to her, say some things hidden in her heart.

She was 15 this year, truly a sensitive age of youth.

Although she studied at a key middle school in Yangcheng, her family had always been very poor.

They didn't own a house in Yangcheng, renting an old, small, dilapidated place.

Her dad was a construction worker, her mom an office building cleaner.

Especially during the time her mom was sick, it drained the family's savings completely.

Because of a jacket worn for two years, because her packed lunches were too meager, because of her parents' jobs, she had been talked about a lot at school.

Some girls even deliberately isolated her, used fake accounts to badmouth her on Kuaishou, pulled her into WeChat groups where a bunch of people attacked her.

Chen Shuangshuang had never told her family any of this.

Not that she didn't want to.

It was that telling them wouldn't help.

Her parents were too busy, busy earning money, busy repaying debts, busy dealing with the trivialities of life.

Where would they find time to listen to a little girl talk about those small things at school?

Her older brother Chen Bingwen and older sister Chen Yao were much older than her, living in completely different worlds.

Besides, they weren't from the same mother, so there was some distance.

But from these past few days of interaction, it was actually Zhang Yan, this half-sister from the same mother, who gave her many special feelings.

That's why she was so eager to brag to her classmates about her sister, about the tablet she was about to get.

That's why when Zhang Yan agreed to take her to Shen City, she was so excited she sent several messages in the group chat.

That's why she so wanted to understand her sister's life.

Wanted to know what kind of place she lived in, what kind of people she was with, what kind of life she led.

10:00 AM.

"Ding ling ling—"

A phone ringtone broke the quiet of the living room.

Zhang Yan glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered. "Hello? Yes... oh oh! Okay, okay, thank you... we'll come right down."

Hanging up, she turned and called out, "Shuangshuang, the car to pick us up is here, let's go."

"Coming, coming!"

Chen Shuangshuang answered excitedly, grabbed her canvas backpack, and ran to the entryway, stomping her feet into her shoes.

Zhou Hui stood to the side, watching her younger daughter's clumsy haste, couldn't help but chuckle and nag, "Slow down, tie your shoelaces properly, don't trip and fall going downstairs!"

"Tied, tied! Let's go!"

Soon, the mother and her two daughters, carrying various bags, left the apartment.

In old residential complexes like Lanxin Garden, six floors, no elevator.

Zhang Yan stepped in front of her mother, grabbed the heaviest 24-inch silver suitcase, and carried it down step by step.

Chen Shuangshuang carried her own backpack on her back, also holding a bag of fruit for the road, following closely behind.

Footsteps and the dull thuds of the suitcase wheels hitting the steps echoed in the stairwell.

"Creak—"

The unit door was pushed open.

Winter sunlight flooded in, making them squint.

Once their eyes adjusted to the light, Chen Shuangshuang could clearly see the scene before her.

On the old residential road, a black Mercedes-Benz business van was parked quietly at the entrance.

The body was sleek, the paintwork mirror-bright, reflecting a subdued, high-end sheen under the sunlight.

A driver dressed in a black suit, wearing white gloves, stood beside the car door, posture ramrod straight.

Seeing them come out, he immediately stepped forward a few paces, slightly bowing.

"Ms. Zhang, hello. I am the driver specially arranged by Ms. Wen to pick you up. I will be at your service for the entire journey."

After speaking, he deftly took the suitcase from Zhang Yan's hand, turned, and placed it in the trunk.

"Shuangshuang, get in the car." Zhang Yan looked back at her.

Only then did Chen Shuangshuang snap out of it, quickly lowering her head and following her sister into the car.

The door closed.

Chen Shuangshuang carefully took off her backpack and held it in her arms.

Her big eyes darted around, sneakily observing her surroundings.

The seats were those wide, large aviation-style seats, the kind you could sink right into.

There was zoned air conditioning above, a foldable table in front, and several buttons on the armrest she couldn't name.

There was a faint fragrance in the car, not the pungent kind of perfume, but a very high-end, comfortable scent.

Through the tinted window, she saw her mother still standing at the unit entrance, waving towards them.

Zhang Yan also pressed the button to lower the window, leaning out.

"Mom, we're leaving! You go back inside!"

Zhou Hui nodded, standing still in place.

The car slowly started moving.

Chen Shuangshuang turned around, looking through the rear window as her mother's figure grew smaller and smaller, farther and farther away, finally disappearing around the corner of the building.

"Ms. Zhang." The driver's gentle voice came from the front. "The journey is approximately two hours. I've already adjusted the air conditioning temperature. If you feel too cold or too hot, please let me know anytime."

"There's a touch control panel beside the seat armrest; you can adjust the seat recline angle and the multi-point massage function. If you're tired, you can press a button to fully recline and rest."

"In the door storage compartments, there are mineral water and beverages. In the small fridge under the center armrest, there are freshly cut imported fruits from this morning, macaron desserts, and some snacks. These were all specially arranged by Ms. Wen for you and your younger sister to enjoy on the road."

"The entertainment screen in the back can connect to your phone via Bluetooth, and the video library has pre-downloaded the latest theatrical films. If either of you have any needs at all, please don't hesitate to call me."

This series of service introductions left Chen Shuangshuang stunned.

She secretly turned her head to glance at her sister beside her.

Clever as she was, she could clearly sense that this sister was also somewhat nervous and uncomfortable.

The car smoothly entered the Guangzhou-Shenzhen Expressway.

Excellent NVH quietness meant almost no tire noise could be heard inside.

The scenery outside the window began to fly backward, Yangcheng's dense "handshake buildings" were gradually left behind, the sky grew wider and more open.

As the journey progressed, that initial awkwardness in the luxurious environment slowly dissipated.

Zhang Yan opened the small fridge, took out a beautifully packaged box of hazelnut chocolates, opened it, handed one to her sister, and peeled one for herself, putting it in her mouth.

The smooth, rich sweetness melted on her tongue.

The two of them leaned back in the comfortable aviation seats, starting to discuss the model and color of the new tablet.

Not long after, Chen Shuangshuang's cautiousness was finally completely cast aside.

It was as if she had opened a door to a new world, and she began to explore this journey with great enthusiasm.

One moment she opened the fridge, examining every drink and dessert inside.

The next moment she pressed the control panel on the seat armrest, watching the seat slowly recline like a Transformer.

She even took out her phone, taking pictures of the window, the seats, the small table.

Finally, she turned the camera towards Zhang Yan and herself.

Took their first photo together, shared it on her Moments and Kuaishou.

With a simple caption: "Going to Shen City with sister~"

After posting, she stared at the stream of likes and comments popping up on the screen, excitedly replying to each one.

Approaching noon.

The black Mercedes-Benz business van smoothly exited the expressway.

"Ms. Zhang, we have entered Nanshan District. We should arrive at the destination in about fifteen minutes." The driver's gentle voice sounded from the front.

"Okay, thank you, driver." Zhang Yan quickly responded.

Beside her, Chen Shuangshuang unconsciously sat up straighter. The excitement from the journey gradually subsided, and a belated nervousness began to well up.

She looked out the window.

After all, this time she was staying at someone else's home.

And it was her sister's company boss's home.

Would the other party mind her tagging along? Would they think she was a bother? Would they secretly look down on her?

But...

Her curiosity about her sister's life ultimately outweighed all worries.

Chen Shuangshuang stole a glance at Zhang Yan beside her.

This sister, she really didn't know her well.

Didn't know what the place she went to work every day looked like, didn't know what kind of people she interacted with daily, didn't know what kind of life she led.

She had only heard from her mother that her sister was doing very well now, working at a big company, was a manager, had a high salary.

But what exactly did "doing very well" look like?

She couldn't even imagine it.

That's why she wanted to follow and see.

The car drove into the Shencheng Bay area.

The roads grew wider, the landscaping more refined, the high-rises on both sides more imposing.

Chen Shuangshuang pressed her face against the window, her eyes wide open.

Soon, the car entered an extremely high-security, upscale residential complex, driving directly into the underground garage.

The garage was exceptionally quiet, the lighting soft and bright.

Looking around, there were luxury cars she could name and couldn't name everywhere.

"Ms. Zhang, we've arrived."

The driver steadily parked the car in a designated spot and turned off the engine.

The electric door slowly slid open.

Zhang Yan got out of the car, turning to get the luggage from the trunk.

Chen Shuangshuang, meanwhile, stood awkwardly to the side, backpack on her back, holding the cat carrier with Juzi inside, fidgeting, not knowing what to do with her hands.

Just then, crisp High Heels sounds came from the side front.

Chen Shuangshuang turned to look.

A tall, voluptuous figure was walking briskly from the direction of the elevator lobby.

She wore a simple, fashionable beige knitted casual outfit. These seemingly ordinary clothes were stretched to near bursting by her extremely exaggerated hourglass figure.

With a mature, gorgeous appearance, she walked with a thousand charms, her entire body radiating a unique, mature feminine Charm.

Behind her, followed another woman.

A black baseball cap pulled low, long hair loose over her shoulders. An oversized pair of sunglasses covered most of her face, only revealing an exquisitely sculpted jawline and a faint, elusive smile.

Though her face was obscured, every movement exuded an unignorable, cool, aloof aura.

Chen Shuangshuang blinked, her heart skipping a beat.

This person... why did she look so familiar?

"Yanyan! Long time no see, you're finally here!"

The tall, voluptuous woman jogged over to the back of the car, embracing Zhang Yan in a hug, naturally taking the large suitcase from her hand.

"Sister Wen Ruan, sorry to trouble you." Zhang Yan was somewhat flustered by the attention.

Chen Shuangshuang swallowed.

So this was that Director Wen?

She hadn't expected her to be so young, so beautiful, so sexy?!

This figure was way too exaggerated!

"Don't be so polite! Was the journey smooth?"

"Yeah, very smooth."

"That's good." Wen Ruan turned slightly, gesturing with her chin towards the person behind her. "Hey, look who came to pick you up."

Only then did Zhang Yan notice the figure wearing sunglasses, and she froze.

Chen Shuangshuang also looked over curiously.

Their gazes met.

That woman slowly raised her hand, her movements elegant as if in a movie slow-motion shot.

The sunglasses were removed.

Revealing a face.

It was a face Chen Shuangshuang had seen countless times on her phone screen.

Amber-colored eyes, clear as if holding a pool of lake water.

A high nose bridge, full lips, features so exquisite they seemed meticulously carved by heaven.

Her skin, under the garage's soft lighting, had an almost translucent glow. The whole person was so beautiful she didn't seem real.

Chen Shuangshuang's mind went completely blank.

A "buzz" sounded in her ears, as if something had exploded.

"Su, Su, Su... Su Yu!!!"

It was that Su Yu whose image dominated her phone wallpaper, lock screen, and all her social media profile pictures!

That Su Yu whose fan-cam videos she watched eight hundred times a day!

That top-tier superstar Su Yu she thought she could only ever see on screen, in illusory dreams!!

Less than three meters away.

Smiling.

Chen Shuangshuang's mouth hung open, her entire body rigid, as if her soul had left her body.

However, what shattered her worldview even more was—

Su Yu walked past her, directly approaching her sister Zhang Yan, opened her arms, and gave her an extremely intimate hug.

"Yanyan."

Her voice was clear, smooth, sexy, with a hint of a lazy drawl at the end, as real as if she'd stepped out of the TV.

Zhang Yan, though still a bit reserved, also blushed and hugged her back. "Sister Yu... I didn't expect you to come pick me up in person..."

"Don't talk about trouble, we're family, why so polite?" Su Yu let go of her, casually smoothing her hair. "The food upstairs is all ready, all your favorites."

Family.

Food upstairs.

All your favorites.

Each word exploded like a bomb in Chen Shuangshuang's ears.

She stiffly turned her head to look at that sister whose shoulder Su Yu was intimately holding.

That sister who was like a dull gourd.

That sister who sometimes blushed when talking to her.

That sister who squatted down to pinky-swear with her, promising to get her a tablet.

Right now, was being treated like a beloved younger sister by the national Diva countless people looked up to.

She felt everything before her eyes become unreal.

The garage lights were soft like a Filter, the luxury cars parked around like props, the Su Yu standing before her like a phantom that had stepped out of a billboard.

And her sister, that introverted, self-conscious sister.

At this moment, seemed to be plated with a layer of dazzling, brilliant gold.

Became mysterious.

Became grand.

Became profound and unfathomable.