Xiang Hengxi glanced at Luo Xikui. He didn't know what had happened between his sister and Ayu, but it seemed like things had suddenly gotten worse.

He's been too busy these past few years to ask more questions. By the time he had a vacation, his sister was in seclusion practicing the piano. In short, it was always a series of coincidences. Finally, when she returned to China, he had two more days off. This time, he should really ask her properly.

"You haven't been in contact with Ayu?" Xiang Hengxi asked, driving steadily.

Luo Xikui turned her face to the window, yawned, and said wearily, "No."

Xiang Hengxi knew his sister well; she was avoiding the topic. She didn't want to mention Ayu, nor did she want to hear others mention her.

She was indeed exhausted from today's concert, and he didn't want to dwell on topics she didn't want to discuss, so he opted for a roundabout approach: "What's going on between you and that guy surnamed Yuan? Are you dating him?"

During the few times he went home this year, he either heard good things about Yuan Cheng from his parents or his younger brother. In addition, his sister seemed to be quite close to that Yuan Cheng.

"What do you mean by the surname Yuan? Be more polite. He's my friend and my senior from school." Luo Xikui felt that Yuan Cheng had played a crucial role in her getting into No. 1 High School, and that he had taken good care of her in the United States over the years.

"Tsk, so you're already protecting him. You really have your eye on that kid?" Xiang Hengxi's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Don't overthink it. We're just friends." Luo Xikui rolled her eyes at him.

“I’m afraid you consider him a friend, but he might not think that way. He’s been trying to curry favor with everyone in our family, and even Uncle Luo praised him.” Xiang Hengxi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What do you mean by 'fawning'? Yuan Cheng is just more polite," Luo Xikui said defensively. She added, "Why did you dislike him from the first time you met him? Was it because he can dunk three-pointers better than you?"

"Who still remembers those old, trivial matters from six years ago?"

"Then tell me why you're looking at him like he's a rival in love," Luo Xikui said with a sullen laugh.

"I'm doing this all for A-Yu," Xiang Hengxi said casually.

When Luo Xikui heard him mention Xu Ziyu again, she looked disheartened once more.

Seeing this, Xiang Hengxi fell silent.

After a moment, he spoke again seriously: "Xiao Kui, if you don't like Yuan Cheng, don't give him hope. It's not pleasant to end up with nothing."

Luo Xikui frowned slightly. She knew she hadn't given Yuan Cheng any hope. When he confessed to her a year ago, she had said she only considered him a friend, and he had accepted that position without any intention of moving forward. She couldn't very well reject him again for no reason. What if he really didn't have that intention anymore? Wouldn't that be very awkward?

“I know.” She rolled down the car window, rested her arm on the window frame, and let the wind blow against her face.

It's early autumn now, the weather is neither too cold nor too hot, it's a very comfortable time.

Looking at the night view of Yihai, it felt somewhat unfamiliar. Since I was admitted to Curtis four years ago, even when I returned to China, it was always in a hurry. I spent most of my time practicing the piano, and I rarely appreciated the night view anymore.

Xiang Hengxi glanced at his younger sister in the rearview mirror. She had changed so much. She used to be unable to hide her feelings, but now she seemed to have a lot on her mind, and she didn't like to tell him anymore.

She originally wanted to go to Berlin to be with Ziyu, but what happened that led her to Philadelphia?

Actually, he did ask her before, but she only said that Curtis was every musician's dream.

He knew that this was indeed the most prestigious music academy, but he felt that the reason was too superficial, and she was unwilling to say anything more to him.