After a while, the laughter in the living room gradually faded, leaving behind an air of lightness. Qi Jianyi shook her head, amused by her sister's childish antics. Yet, despite that, a smile lingered on her face—one that hadn't been there in quite some time.
Mother Qi, watching her eldest daughter, felt a small, knowing smile tug at her lips. She noticed how Qi Jianyi still couldn't fully compose herself, her laughter lingering even after Qi Jianning had run off in dramatic defeat.
It was a sight that warmed Mother Qi's heart, a reminder of the carefree, playful spirit her eldest daughter once had.
The sight of Qi Jianyi teasing her younger sister was nothing new. It was almost a routine, like an unspoken dance between the two of them, filled with bickering and laughter in equal measure. But for some reason, Mother Qi couldn't help but feel like it had been too long since she'd seen her daughters battle with each other so openly.