Twins

"You knew she and Xiang Hanshan met in high school, right?"

"I heard Hanshan mention it," Hesta said. "They met through a school club."

On the night market street near the school, Hesta and Farn sat at an open-air table outside a food stall.

It was not yet four o'clock. Most restaurants were empty, and the night market stalls had not been set up. There were barely any students on the entire street, and everything felt deserted.

Farn ordered a large bowl of boiled peanuts. The rich nutty scent mingled with the spices, and Farn clearly loved them, finishing a pile in no time. In the midst of their conversation, she casually glanced toward Hesta—Hesta's side of the table was still empty, while a small mountain of peanut shells had already accumulated in front of Farn.

"You should eat some too—" Halfway through, Farn suddenly realized something. "Want me to shell them for you?"

"I don't like peanuts, thank you." Hesta lowered her voice. "They met through a school club. And then?"

"Xiang Hanshan's grandfather made his fortune in medical equipment. By her father's generation, the family had branched out in every direction. Her father and several uncles were all in different businesses, making more money than they could spend in several lifetimes. For most people, being born somewhere like Songxueyuan was already like winning the lottery, let alone being born with a golden spoon in her mouth like she was... But maybe because she was too lucky, lucky to an excessive degree, she'd always been a little strange."

"Strange?"

"How should I put it? An existential crisis?" Farn laughed. "When life comes too easily, people can't help wondering, 'What's the point of my life?' Questions like that are a trap. Perfectly normal people can think themselves into trouble. I