“How is it?”

“It’s cute.” Definitely Shi Yin’s style.

When she first returned to the Shi family, the height difference between her and Shi Yin wasn’t noticeable.

But now, she was about ten centimeters taller. Shi Yin was petite, playing the role of a little princess with mostly sweet, girly clothes.

That style didn’t suit Shi Han.

Bai Wanjun pulled out two more outfits from the shopping bags—none of them strayed from the cute, girly theme.

“Do you like them?” Bai Wanjun asked.

Shi Han didn’t answer. Instead, she took out a pale blue long dress from the last bag. The hem deepened in color like a turbulent sea, with white embroidered dots resembling waves cresting on the surface.

“I like this one.” Her height meant the dress fell just about two inches below her knees—the perfect length for her.

“You don’t like the others?”

“Give them to Shi Yin. That’s her style.”

Bai Wanjun’s expression had been a little sour at first, but after Shi Han’s reminder, she realized these clothes really were more suited to Shi Yin.

She was so used to buying for Shi Yin that she hadn’t even noticed.

Embarrassed, she shoved the clothes back into the shopping bag. “Fine, if you say they’re for Yin Yin, then they’re for Yin Yin!”

Then Bai Wanjun said, “Xiao Han, since you’re back, don’t hold a grudge against your mother anymore. Let’s just be like we were two years ago, okay?”

Shi Han was her biological daughter. Although it would take time for them to adjust to each other again, with their blood ties, Bai Wanjun believed there was enough time to clear up all misunderstandings and awkwardness.

Shi Han: “…I’m not holding a grudge against you.”

She felt speechless.

The way they had gotten along two years ago was full of hostility for her.

Not seeking revenge on the Shi family was already her greatest tolerance for their blood ties.

Shi Han lowered her eyes, feeling the dress in her hands was like a hot potato.

Bai Wanjun’s demands were ridiculous, but she didn’t seem to realize it herself.

Just as Shi Han hesitated, wondering how to respond, Shi Yin came back from outside carrying a violin.

She noticed the new clothes in Shi Han’s hands and the several shopping bags nearby. Her bright smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

“Mom, sister…”

“Yin Yin’s back,” Bai Wanjun said, her smile suddenly much more genuine. “Come over and see the new clothes Mom bought for you.”

Shi Yin smiled softly and stepped forward, watching Bai Wanjun take out the clothes one by one. She never lacked outfits to wear.

Although the clothes were beautiful, they didn’t really spark her interest.

But as a well-behaved, thoughtful daughter, she quickly put on an appropriate look of surprise. “So pretty, thank you, Mom.”

Shi Yin glanced at the dress in Shi Han’s hands and smiled, seeming a bit indignant. “Mom, why did you only buy one dress for sister?”

“Your sister just came back and didn’t have many clothes. These are for her, but she only likes the one she’s holding.”

Shi Yin paused for a moment.

So that meant all the other clothes were things Shi Han didn’t want.

She put down the clothes in her hands and kept stealing glances at the pale blue dress, smiling. “This dress is really pretty—Mom has good taste.”

Shi Han looked at Shi Yin’s reluctant side profile, then lifted the dress with a half-smile and tilted her head slightly. “You like it too?”

“No, no, this is my sister’s dress—I wouldn’t compete with her for it.”

So she did like it.

After waving her hand in denial, Shi Yin sneaked another glance at the dress.

Her expression said it all: she really liked the dress Shi Han was holding, but being the “good girl,” she didn’t ask for it.

Shi Han thought maybe Shi Yin wasn’t really interested in the dress itself, but in something that belonged to her.

Shi Yin said, “I once saw this dress in a magazine. I was planning to wear it on the first day at Capital University, but I guess Mom and I have the same taste since you bought it so quickly.”

She scratched her head, casually dropping the comment as if it were nothing.

Shi Han found it amusing and deliberately didn’t respond, just said softly, “Oh.”

She hugged the dress to her chest. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to my room.”

Shi Yin lowered her head and gave a quiet, lonely “Mm.”

Shi Han went back to the guest room and took a shower. Just as she was drying her hair, there was a knock at the door.

Here we go.

She shot a sarcastic glance at the dress tossed on the bed.

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