Do Not Approach

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She wanted her.

She longed to have her.

Qin Yi had thought she would live out her life quietly, untouched by passion. The betrayals she had experienced extinguished the light in her heart long ago. But now, a new light flickered within her—fragile but vibrant, bursting with life.

She had no family, no friends, no one to confide in. All her emotions had to be processed alone.

She spread a sheet of paper on the desk and put on the gold-rimmed glasses she hadn't worn in a long time. Unscrewing her fountain pen, she wrote carefully, with an air of focus and determination.

'Mu Xiaoxiao.'

Her handwriting flowed elegantly, each stroke full of power, as she regained her usual commanding presence.

Hobbies: Eating a lot, singing off-tune.

Likes: Money—lots of it.

Values: Family—Mother at the orphanage, Grandma, Qiuqiu, etc.

Dream: Becoming an artist.

Catchphrase: "I'm a committed singleton."

Past: Orphaned, abandoned, mother?

Dislikes:

Qin Yi pressed her red lips together and tapped the pen against her fingers thoughtfully.

So far, there was nothing Mu Xiaoxiao disliked. She seemed to radiate sunshine and beauty in every way. She—

"Eldest Miss! It's time to eat! Stop looking at your computer!"

Mu Xiaoxiao's knocked at the door and yelled, "If you don't hurry, it'll get cold! I'm not coming in to fetch you!"

Qin Yi: .........

She's so annoying!

Blocking out the noise from outside, Qin Yi went back to thinking. After a few more minutes of contemplation, she circled the word "Family" on her paper.

......

Qiuqiu was a very perceptive child.

She always sensed that the relationship between her sister and the eldest miss wasn't purely transactional.

She had seen her sister interact with patients before. With them, her sister was always polite and gentle, speaking in a soft voice. She would hold a coffee cup delicately, take a graceful sip, and then place it down slowly, smoothing her hair with a perfectly composed smile.

But with Sister Yi...

"You can't just eat vegetables all the time, Eldest Miss! I've told you so many times!"

"Even though you sit in a wheelchair most of the time and don't exercise much, you're still tall. How do you expect to have any energy if you keep eating so little?"

"If your energy drops, your emotions will too. And don't glare at me—that's just the truth! Do you know why people feel more depressed at night? It's not just because it's quiet—it's because their physical and emotional energy levels drop. And you know why? It's related to what you eat."

As Qiuqiu observed, she noticed that the eldest miss' initially restrained expression gave way to increasing coldness as she glared at her sister.

Meanwhile, Mu Xiaoxiao wiped her mouth, seemingly used to such interactions. After a moment of silence, she said casually:

"Shall we play the piano together tonight? How's that, Eldest Miss?"

Qiuqiu's skin crawled. She stared at her sister in shock, feeling a sudden urge to grab her by the neck, hoist her off the ground, and ask her gently,