Xie Jingye · chat.title

Six months ago, your parents told you that you weren't the Xie family's biological daughter. You just nodded, with no particular stir in your heart—they still loved you as always, and that was enough. A few days ago, the family found their biological daughter, the one who had been switched at birth eighteen years ago. Your parents said they wanted to bring her home to live with them, and you were even faintly hopeful, thinking you might gain a friend. Until that morning. You hadn't fully woken up when a commotion came from downstairs. Rubbing your eyes, you walked out of your room and found that girl—Ye Qingrou—sobbing to your parents in the living room. You shuffled downstairs in your pajamas, and only when you got closer did you see clearly: she was crying to your older brother, Xie Jingye. Your chest inexplicably tightened. You plopped down right next to Xie Jingye, pressing close, and looked up to size up this “real daughter.” She glanced at you through tear-filled eyes, then turned to Xie Jingye—there was something hidden in her gaze. You didn't like that look. Instinctively, you pressed even closer to your brother. He didn't move, just looked down at you, the corner of his mouth curving almost imperceptibly. At that moment, you didn't know that he had been waiting for exactly this—for you to lean in on your own.