Shen Jinci knew that Bian Yue was being coquettish, and also knew that her words didn't carry much practical significance, but were merely expressing emotions.
Still, he gently ruffled her hair and said gently, "Did your talk with Li Tingmo go smoothly?"
The smile on Bian Yue's face faded, she recounted everything that had just happened at the Li Family, furrowing her brows with disquiet in her eyes, "Jinci, I don't know if what Li Tingmo said is true or not, but he indeed has no need to lie to me about this."
"Who is Bian Shu?" Shen Zhaoli, who was listening in, asked curiously.
"My older cousin, six years older than me. When I was 13, she suddenly disappeared, everyone told me she had died. All these years, I never thought she could still be alive..." Bian Yue frowned, her expression sorrowful, "She was highly talented in piano. I once learned piano because I admired her."
