My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the ancient street, Su Qing was leaning against the car window looking at the street scene outside.

Beicheng Ancient Street is the best-preserved old street in the city. The bluestone road winds into the distance, with Hui-style buildings with gray tiles and white walls on both sides, with upturned eaves and carved wooden windows. Strings of red lanterns hang in front of the shops along the street, swaying gently in the morning breeze.

Although it wasn't a day off, there were already quite a few tourists on the street, strolling in twos and threes through the alleys, the air filled with the sweet aroma of roasted chestnuts and osmanthus cakes.

Su Qing opened the car door and took a deep breath of the sweet-smelling air.

She wore her hair casually in a ponytail today, making her look refreshing and neat.

Lin Zhi got out of the car behind her, and Wen Liang came around from the other side, carrying a small first-aid kit.

Not far behind them, the dark-colored minivan also quietly pulled up to the side of the road.

Several people in plain clothes got out of the car and blended into the crowd like ordinary tourists. Each of them had a tiny, almost invisible communicator clipped to their ear, and the small monitoring devices they carried on their bodies were like moving human-shaped probes, silently watching the figure looking around at the street corner from all directions.

Su Qing was completely unaware of any of this.

She thought it was just an ordinary sightseeing activity, and at this moment she was standing in front of the stone tablet with the four big characters "Beicheng Ancient Street" engraved at the entrance of the ancient street, looking up at it for a long time.

Her eyes were bright, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up; she was truly enjoying what she thought was an "unexpected joy."

  

Standing beside her, Lin Zhi watched her expectant expression, like a primary school student just on vacation, and her own nervousness eased a little.

The three walked along the bluestone path deeper into the ancient street.

Su Qing walked slowly, stopping to look at each shop she passed.

Her gaze was drawn to a hairpin hanging at the entrance of a jewelry store. It was a silver hairpin with a small jasmine flower carved on the head, almost identical to the pendant on the bracelet she had given to Xiao Ran.

She picked up the hairpin and examined it for a long time, her fingertips gently tracing the patterns on the petals, imagining how Xiao Ran would look wearing it... It must be very beautiful. Xiao Ran's hair is black and smooth, and it would look great with this hairpin if she wore it up.

She carefully put the hairpin back in its place, then picked up a small panda hair clip next to it and looked at it. This one was pretty too, and Xiao Ran would probably like it.

The system stirred slightly in her mind, as if it wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Lin Zhi stood aside watching Su Qing pick and choose, watching her pick up each pretty item and examine it carefully before gently putting it back, occasionally muttering, "Xiao Ran should like this."

Miss Su mentioned her young lady's name repeatedly in such a natural way, as if discussing someone who could appear at any moment on the next street corner.

She suddenly realized that this Miss Su might know what she wanted more clearly than any of them.

As she continued walking, Su Qing was once again drawn to a time-honored pastry shop.

The shop assistants were making osmanthus cakes right at the entrance. The moment the steamer was opened, white steam carrying the sweet fragrance of osmanthus wafted out.

Su Qing bought a freshly steamed osmanthus cake, took a bite, and the soft, glutinous cake melted on her tongue, sweet but not cloying, with the fragrance of osmanthus.

"Delicious," she mumbled indistinctly while chewing on a pastry, adding that she would definitely bring Xiaoran to try it sometime.

She walked and ate the osmanthus cake as she walked, her cheeks bulging, like a squirrel with its mouth stuffed full of nuts.

Passing by a meat pie stall, Su Qing couldn't walk any further.

The freshly baked meat patties are golden and crispy, with sesame seeds sprinkled on the glossy crust, and the aroma is irresistible.

She bought one, held it in her hands, took a big bite, and the crispy crust made a crunchy sound.

She walked forward chewing on the meat pie, her cheeks bulging from the food, a small crumb of pie still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

Lin Zhi walked beside her, watching her completely absorbed in the food, and subconsciously took out a tissue from her pocket, gently wiping away the crumbs and sauce from the corners of her mouth.

Su Qing was focused on eating her meat pie when she was startled by the way the other woman wiped her mouth. She then looked up at her and smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Thank you."

That face was already beautiful, and now, with the sunlight shining from the side, her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and there was still some oil on the corners of her mouth that she hadn't wiped off. When she smiled, her eyes curved into two crescent moons.

Lin Zhi felt her heart skip a beat, and a faint blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

She quickly clutched the tissue in her hand, cleared her throat twice, and said calmly, "No need to thank me, it's my duty."

Then she turned her head and met Wen Liang's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Wen Liang stood a few steps away, arms crossed, a smile on his lips that she could never decipher, and she had been watching for who knows how long.

Lin Zhi felt uneasy under Wen Liang's gaze and was about to ask what she was looking at when Wen Liang naturally stepped forward, pointed to a well-established teahouse not far ahead, and casually suggested that they rest there.

Su Qing's attention was immediately drawn to her after being interrupted, and she walked forward with the meat pie she hadn't finished eating.

Lin Zhi stood there, patting her still-burning cheeks. Just as she was about to follow, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure sitting under the old locust tree by the roadside.

The person was wearing a baseball cap, a plain black face mask, and an unnatural-looking wig hanging down to their shoulders. They were dressed in a loose dark gray sweatshirt and blended into the crowd unnoticed.

But Lin Zhi recognized those eyes... those eyes that were staring intently at her through the crowd, eyes so cold they could freeze.

Lin Zhi stood rooted to the spot as if she had been struck by acupuncture.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! Miss must have seen her wiping Miss Su's mouth just now. That look in her eyes... it was like she was sending her to the African branch. No, this time she might be sending her straight to Antarctica...

She was screaming inwardly, but on the surface she could only pretend to be calm and quickly caught up with the two people in front of her.

Wen Liang glanced back at her, his smile deepening, as if to say, "See? You got caught!"

Lin Zhi glared at her fiercely and said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "Why didn't you remind me sooner?"

Wen Liang pushed up her glasses, her tone still cool yet playful, and said in a low voice that she had been watching the whole time, but someone was too engrossed to notice.

Lin Zhi felt that she probably hadn't checked the almanac before going out today, how did she end up with these two... One was so possessive that he would get jealous even if his sister's mouth was wiped by someone else, and the other was indifferent and just watched the show from the sidelines.

She looked up at Su Qing, who was happily munching on a meat pie, then looked down at the tissue in her hand that had just been used to wipe Su Qing's mouth. Finally, she silently lit a candle for her African trip in her heart.