"What about Jianning?" Qi Jianyi asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze dropped to the floor, weighed down by the thought of her younger sister's reaction.
It would be impossible to keep the truth from Qi Jianning for long. After all, there were only the two of them. They had spent nearly every moment together growing up—sharing secrets, laughter, arguments, and an unspoken understanding. Qi Jianning would eventually notice that her elder sister wasn't quite the same.
Even back then, Qi Jianning had harbored silent suspicions. She had sensed something was off but chose not to voice it. Perhaps she was afraid of confirming her own fears. Her doubts had quietly dissolved when Qi Jianyi returned, seemingly the same as before.
Until now, that girl had no idea she had once called a stranger her sister.
