The Artist Spots a Familiar Face
The people cheered her name. Wu Yichen, Wu Yichen, Wu Yichen. Yujia heard the name sung along every step she took, with countless speaking of the hero of this battle. Wu Yichen, Wu Yichen, Wu Yichen.
It was a bit odd to think about her relationship with this person. Hearing the name so much almost brought a sense of familiarity, as if it was the name of someone Yujia actually knew. In a way, Yujia supposed that she was closer to Wu Yichen than she would at first think.
At the end of the day, she was, by blood, Wu Yichen's sister.
But as the crowd continued singing their praise, Yujia was ever so conscious that as much as she was Yichen's sister, she was simultaneously not. Yichen was the sister of the Fourth Miss. And so, despite by blood, they were of course related, by spirit, they were anything but.