On the other side.
Qingxue unlocked Sheng Qianxia's phone and went to her photo album.
Sheng Qianxia's album had only two photos.
One was a photo with her sister, and the other was a silhouette of her sister and their father.
Qingxue's fingers trembled momentarily.
This photo—
was it the same one as the wallpaper on that guy's phone?
Qingxue felt a bit dazed, unable to pinpoint what felt strange.
After her bath, Sheng Qianxia came out, having composed herself.
Noticing Qingxue sitting on the bed, lost in thought, she slipped under the covers and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to sleep?"
Hugging her knees, Qingxue responded, "It's nothing. I just suddenly thought about the piano competition."
"You're troubled by something like that?"
Qingxue replied, "You don't know, this competition, besides me, another upperclassman from our school also made the finals. She's extremely prominent at school; saying that she's surrounded by stars wouldn't be an exaggeration."
