Inside the room, the hibiscus curtains were warm, the red waves turned over.
Outside the room, Yi Hui walked out from the living room with his phone, wandering aimlessly while chatting absentmindedly with the person on the other end.
Unconsciously, he wandered to the back garden and looked up to see a girl climbing a tree.
Clearly, the girl was not skilled at this activity. She slipped halfway up, crossed her arms in frustration, puffed her cheeks, and directed her anger at the big tree.
Yi Hui found it amusing and couldn't help but walk over to her.
As he got closer, he realized this girl was one of the sisters they'd been teasing lately.
The sisters were the little cousins of Jian Shichu; they were said to be twins, but in Yi Hui's eyes, they didn't look exactly the same.
The one in front of him had a round face and round eyes, a tender and fair bun face, with jet-black and bright eyes full of life and spirit. This was the older twin, called Shi Huanhuan.
