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A Case of Mistaken Identity: Achieving the Happiness Duo
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Early this morning, my best friend Xu Yujun entrusted her sister to my care.
"Xiao Lin, I'm going on a business trip for a week, so I'll leave my sister with you."
"Here’s the address and the access code..."
Her words came out quickly, as if she were in a hurry.
My heart skipped a beat, and just as I was about to ask her more questions, the call ended.
When I tried to call back, her phone was already turned off.
Recalling her slightly hoarse voice from earlier, I guessed that her sister might be unwell.
I hurried to the supermarket to buy groceries, picking up fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and seafood.
I also grabbed a few snacks that I thought she would enjoy.
With several heavy bags in hand, I stood at the door of her sister's home.
As I entered the access code, my heart inexplicably raced.
The door opened to reveal a quiet house.
I opened the refrigerator and found only a few bottles of mineral water inside.
It was clear that this place wasn’t lived in often.
I surveyed the empty living room, feeling an odd sensation as if something had brushed lightly against my heart.
A strange feeling I couldn't quite describe washed over me.
Her sister's room was tightly shut; I wondered how she was doing now.
Shaking my head to dispel my thoughts, I began to prepare dinner.
The aroma of Braised Prawns, Braised Pork Ribs, Carp Tofu Soup, and Stir-Fried Bok Choy filled the air.
Soon, the table was set with the delicious dishes.
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
It was already six-thirty.
My sister still hadn't returned.
I left a note under the fruit bowl:
"The food is on the table. If it gets cold, just heat it up in the Microwave."
Looking at the note, I couldn't help but smile.
Would my sister think I was being too nagging?
After tidying up the kitchen, I walked to my sister's room.
The door was tightly shut.
I sighed inwardly.
Her door was locked, probably because she didn’t want to be disturbed.
Adolescent girls are often like that, like snails tucked away in their shells.
I hesitated for a moment but decided not to knock.
On the coffee table in the living room, I left her a glass of Freshly Squeezed Juice and a plate of snacks.
Her room felt too gloomy.
It was clear that it was the work of an adolescent girl.
The bed sheets were a solid color, the curtains were a solid color, and even the throw pillows were solid colored.
I felt a bit dissatisfied.
Why should my vibrant youth be lived like a mushroom?
My room was different, filled with life and energy.
Throw pillows were piled everywhere, the bed sheets and curtains were colorful, and my wardrobe was full of beautiful clothes and skirts...
Thinking of this made me smile.
Silly girl, enjoy your youth!
Looking at the fresh juice and snacks on the coffee table, I smiled contentedly.
Eat more fruit to replenish vitamins; that’s how you become even more beautiful!
After taking care of these things, I grabbed my bag and left with satisfaction.
The next afternoon, I went to the market to buy fresh ingredients and then took a detour to the flower shop.
The shop assistant recommended a combination of pink roses and daisies; the vibrant flowers were dazzling in the sunlight.
Filled with joy, I bought two bouquets.
Spring had arrived, everything was coming back to life, and I couldn’t help but hum a tune.
Since my sister wasn’t home yesterday, I deliberately arrived half an hour later today.
But when I opened the door, the house was still quiet.
The dishes on the dining table had already been cleaned up completely.
The bowls and plates in the kitchen had also been washed and put back in the cupboard.
Only the pot of fish soup lay quietly in the refrigerator, untouched.
I pressed my lips together, silently noting this information.
My sister doesn’t like fish.
I took the fresh flowers I had bought and arranged them in a vase.
The vibrant flowers bloomed in the transparent vase, adding a splash of color to the otherwise dull home.
I walked around the dining table, taking a few photos to send to Xu Yujun.
She quickly replied with an "ok" emoji and added, "Thank you, Lin. I trust you to take care of my sister."
It felt wonderful to be trusted and expected.
I held my phone and nodded earnestly.
Then, I discovered a gift box under the coffee table.
The box was beautifully wrapped, and a note was attached on top.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Sister Lin."
I untied the ribbon and opened the box.
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