These past few days, Jia Qi has been somewhat unhappy.
Now a thirteen-year-old girl, she wants to play with her friends every day, but her mother Jia Lin insists that she stays at home to watch her little sister.
"Sister, come catch me."
A three or four-year-old girl, delicate and pretty, was running wildly on the grass beside her, giggling continuously as she ran.
Her speed was clearly not that of a normal little girl; she was almost as fast as a leopard.
The grass on the lawn was trampled askew by her.
Jia Qi stood up somewhat displeased, feeling that being a sister was not at all enjoyable as she had to take care of her sister, otherwise, her mother would scold her.
"Stop right there, come here and sit down!" Jia Qi shouted almost roaringly with her hands on her hips.
The little girl was clearly startled by the shout, stopped in her tracks, then obediently swayed toward Jia Qi.
It turned out she had been using brainwave power earlier.
