A Promising Couple

But Xue Yating was just like any other girl her age: she longed for friendship, for soul sisters who truly understood her.

"I… would be honored."

It was the truth: Xu Xiyan was just as flattered and delighted as Xue Yating. She could not believe her luck: she had not only reclaimed her mother's violin, but also made a new friend.

In a dreamy, confused manner, Xu Xiyan agreed to stand in for Xue Yating, and quickly became friends with her.

Xu Xiyan spent some time putting on her makeup and disguise.

She put on Xue Yating's black evening gown. As soon as she emerged from the dressing room, Xue Yating gazed at her in complete amazement.

"Oh my god—Jing Xi, this is so surreal! I thought I was looking at my reflection in the mirror! You look exactly like me, I don't know how you do it!"

Xu Xiyan looked at herself in the mirror. It was true, she was the spitting image of Xue Yating.