After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Shen Qing's phone rang twice.

She took her phone out of her pocket, and the incoming call display on the screen made her pause for a moment.

"Feed...Sister?"

A soft, sweet voice came through the receiver.

"Shen Qing, I went to your rented place, but the landlord said you've left. Where are you now?"

"You haven't told me for so long!"

Shen Qing shrank back as she was scolded, and subconsciously moved the phone away from her ear. She only put it back to her ear after the rapid-fire scolding from the receiver stopped.

"Sis, I'm doing great! I'm with Huang Mao and the others, near the urban village where I used to live."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then that soft, sweet voice rang out again, its tone shifting from annoyance to a vague sense of worry and resentment.

"You always say the same thing. Last time you said working at the bubble tea shop was great, but the manager bullied you. The time before that you said working at the clothing store was great, but the boss harassed you. Shen Qing, how can I trust you?"

Shen Qing's eyes reddened slightly, but the corners of her mouth curved up.

"Sister, this time it's for real. Someone really is taking care of me."

She moved the phone away from her ear and glanced at Lin Ye.

Then she met seven pairs of eyes that were all staring at her.

The blond-haired man held a skewer of grilled kidneys in his hand, and stopped chewing half of the meat in his mouth. The honey-brown man tilted his head towards Shen Qing, his dark brown pupils full of gossip.

With his tattooed arm, he held a bamboo skewer in his mouth as a toothpick, his tongue flashing between his lips, and his eyebrows raised high.

Hua Tui slammed her beer glass on the table, the foam at the bottom still bubbling upwards. She didn't care about drinking it, her eyes fixed on Shen Qing's phone.

The green-haired and pink-haired people huddled together, their earrings rubbing together, and their mouths opened in an "O" shape at the same time.

Qi Liuhai was holding Wangcai, and the cat poked its head out from under her elbow, its ears standing straight up.

Shen Qing took a deep breath and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Sis, I'm at Fat Sister's BBQ right now, not far from where I rent a place. I'll send you the address. You'll see when you come over."

She hung up the phone, sent the address, and then looked up at the group of people at the table.

"It's my sister who came to see me."

She spoke softly, but there was an unconcealed mix of nervousness and anticipation in her tone—as if she was afraid her sister wouldn't feel comfortable with this colorful group of people, and as if she wanted her sister to see that she was doing well.

The tattooed man took the bamboo skewer out of his mouth and placed it on the table. He then interlaced his fingers to support his chin and said in a matchmaker's tone, "Shen Qing's sister—sisters, this is her family."

Huang Mao quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth, wiped the chili oil from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, pulled the suspenders that had slipped down to his elbows back onto his shoulders, and sat up straight.

"Your family is here, so you have to make a good impression. Tattooed arm, put on your shoes. Tattooed leg, move your beer glass from the left side of the table to the right side—the left side is where I sit. Green hair and pink hair, stop fighting over the potato chips. Bangs, you have cat hair stuck in your hair. Sister Shen Qing, can you check if I still have chili oil on my lips?"

Qi Liuhai, holding Wangcai, sat in the corner and, unusually, spoke up: "Is Shen Qing's older sister very fierce?"

Shen Qing smiled, a smile that carried a hint of helplessness, yet also a touch of warmth.

"My older sister isn't fierce, she just worries a lot. Her name is Shen Na, and she's only one year older than me."

The tattooed man kicked off the shoes he had just put on, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Even if you're a year older, you're still my older sister. Do I look like you?"

Shen Qing thought for a moment and used a rather conservative approach.

"A little taller than me," she said.

Huatui chimed in from the side, his tone full of precise calculations.

Are you referring to height or...?

Shen Qing blushed for a moment and did not answer, but the silence itself was the answer.

The green-haired and pink-haired people looked at each other, and then simultaneously let out a drawn-out "Wow—".

Lin Ye leaned back in the plastic chair, took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and looked at Shen Qing, his tone casual yet serious.

"Your sister came all this way to see you, she probably hasn't eaten yet. Tattooed arm, go ask the boss for a few more dishes. Tattooed leg, ask for two more sets of bowls and chopsticks. Green hair and pink hair, tidy up the table."

He paused for a moment.

Then he stood up, put the cigarette back in his mouth, bent down to put on his slippers, and straightened his loose white T-shirt.

The tattooed man called out to him and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Lin Ye didn't turn his head, but walked towards the entrance of Fatty Sister's BBQ, leaving behind only one sentence.

"To pick someone up."

The neon sign of Fat Sister's BBQ flickered in the night breeze, and several rows of shared bicycles and a pancake cart that was packing up were parked in front of the store.

Lin Ye stood under the sign, his hands in his athletic shorts pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the streetlights casting long shadows of him.

Then he saw Shen Na.

When Shen Qing said "a little taller than me," Lin Ye understood it to mean height.

Now he realized that when Shen Qing said "a little taller," she wasn't just referring to height.

Shen Na is at least five centimeters taller than Shen Qing. These five centimeters, when added to her legs, make her leg length proportions reach a level that makes it hard not to think "Holy crap!"

She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and an ordinary white short-sleeved T-shirt, but the jeans were stretched out of shape on her body in a way that was completely beyond the designer's expectations, and the white T-shirt was also pushed up in a way that was impossible to ignore.

She was pulling her suitcase with one hand and holding her phone in the other, looking at the navigation, her brows slightly furrowed.

The wheels of the suitcase clattered on the uneven cement ground, bouncing every time it passed a crack in the ground, causing a few stray hairs on her forehead to bounce.

Her features were seven-tenths similar to Shen Qing's, but their temperaments were completely different—Shen Qing was the kind of quiet and gentle beauty, while Shen Na was the kind of bright and generous beauty.

Shen Na seemed to have an extra layer of competence from her experience in the real world compared to Shen Qing.

She was a year older than Shen Qing, nineteen years old, but at this moment, her competence was mostly covered by worry and fatigue. Her eyes were slightly red, her lips were pursed into a line, and she walked quickly and hurriedly, dragging her suitcase.

Lin Ye took a step forward and stood in front of Shen Na.

She was a head shorter than Lin Ye. When she looked up at him, the streetlight shone directly on her face, illuminating her exquisite features, which were exactly like Shen Qing's.

"Are you Shen Na?"

Shen Na was slightly taken aback and looked him up and down—newly cut short hair, a loose-fitting white T-shirt, and slippers on his feet.

Her brows furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again, a look of wariness and scrutiny appearing in her eyes. But this scrutiny lasted for less than a second before being interrupted by the figure rushing out of the barbecue stall behind him.

"sister!"