The music room in Baihua Building.
Min Ming plucked the strings of the zither, practicing the melody alone.
Dong, dong, dong.
Heavy and hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Min Ming's fingers froze as she saw the figure standing still at the doorframe. She softly called out:
"Come in, Ning'er."
The door was pushed open, and Min Ning entered with a dark expression. She stared at her elder sister without a word and walked up to the courtesan.
"Sister, you… why did you do this?"
Min Ning wanted to question sharply, with frost in her voice. Yet as the words tumbled out, her tone involuntarily softened.
She couldn't bring herself to explode at the sister who had been like her anchor.
