Things always happen this way—as long as you don't keep them in mind, someone else always will.
Qi Yun walked into Qi Zhenzhen's room. The woman inside was taciturn, staring quietly at the cover of a business magazine, her mood heavy with melancholy.
His stern brows furrowed even deeper as he habitually lightened his footsteps, walking toward her and closing the distance.
His hand rested on her delicate shoulder, and it was only then that Qi Zhenzhen noticed her brother's presence. Feigning nonchalance, she flipped the magazine upside down to obscure the face on the cover.
Evidently, her move was a few seconds too late.
"You still haven't forgotten him—you're still thinking about him!" Qi Yun's tone was declarative, not questioning.
