Shi Han opened the door and saw Bai Wanjun standing outside, carrying several shopping bags.

She asked deliberately, “What’s up?”

“Shi Han, do you like any of these three dresses?” Bai Wanjun asked.

Shi Han looked at her. “No, I only like that light blue one.”

“That light blue one is really beautiful. Your sister likes it a lot too.”

“Mm.” Shi Han turned and walked back into the room, with Bai Wanjun following behind.

“Shi Han, you’re the older sister. Could you let your sister have this one this time? She’s planning to wear it to the school opening ceremony,” Bai Wanjun said quickly, worried Shi Han might refuse. “I can buy you another similar one, okay?”

“Then why don’t you just buy her a similar one?” Shi Han sat on the bed, looking up at Bai Wanjun.

“Look at you, arguing over something so small. I already said I’d buy you a similar one—doesn’t that make it the same?”

“You don’t understand.” Bai Wanjun didn’t really want to understand. Shi Han picked up the light blue dress lying on the bed.

It was ironic—Bai Wanjun talked about making peace, yet she hadn’t even noticed Shi Han was still living in the guest room.

“Give it to me,” Bai Wanjun reached out her hand. “Don’t throw a tantrum.”

Shi Han smiled slightly. “I’ve never thrown a tantrum with you, nor have I ever been angry at you.”

“Alright, alright.” Bai Wanjun thought Shi Han was backing down and added a hint of mock irritation to her voice. “Just hand it over…”

Rip!

“What are you doing?!”

The sound of fabric tearing mixed with a sharp, shocked question.

Shi Han tore the light blue dress from neckline to hem with both hands, then let it slip through her fingers and fall to the floor.

She smiled softly, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “The dress is ruined, so I don’t want it. And you—I don’t want either of you.”

“Shi Han—”

Bai Wanjun left the room, too angry to stay.

She had hoped to mend their mother-daughter relationship, but Shi Han was like a lost cause.

The tension lingered throughout the evening, wrapping the entire villa in a heavy silence.

Shi Han quickly packed her things, planning to leave the Shi household the next day.

Later that night, as she walked upstairs past her old bedroom, the door was wide open.

Shi Yin stood there in a beautiful white princess dress, her hair carefully curled. She was by the piano, violin resting on her shoulder, absentmindedly plucking the strings.

Unlike Shi Han’s bright and radiant looks, Shi Yin had a more delicate, refined beauty.

Sensing Shi Han’s gaze, her eyes widened timidly like a startled deer. “Sis, sister…”

Shi Han gave a soft, acknowledging hum.

Shi Yin bit her lip, holding up the violin with both hands.

“Sis, do you want to give it a try?”

Shi Han smiled softly, amused. She walked slowly over to the piano. Her slender fingers glided across the keys, filling the room with a burst of passionate piano music.

She stood in front of Shi Yin, eyes fixed on the violin in her hands. Leaning forward with a teasing smile, she said softly, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll play better than you? Just like back then, huh?”

Shi Han’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Shi Yin suddenly took a step back, her breath uneven. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, sister.”

“How could you not?” Shi Han lazily took the violin from Shi Yin’s hands and glanced at the brand name—“QUEEN.”

When Shi Han first came home, Shi Yin had already been practicing the violin for a long time. To nurture her talent, the family had chosen the very best instrument.

Shi Han had learned quickly from her teacher and practiced tirelessly, even performing on her birthday especially for Bai Wanjun.

But that very day, Shi Yin’s QUEEN violin—worth over three hundred thousand—was broken.

Everyone accused Shi Han of jealousy, saying she had deliberately damaged the violin.

No matter how much she tried to explain, no one believed her.

“Although Yin Yin is an orphan, since we adopted her, she is our own daughter. Even with your return, we can’t let her feel any less at home.”

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