FS-novel Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The twin sisters were like two facets of a rare gem, each breathtakingly unique yet bound by a shared brilliance.
Song Ziwei, the elder, stood poised with the icy grace of a snowbound peak. Her short, raven-black hair framed a porcelain face, and her dark eyes mirrored a crystalline lake, serene yet unfathomable. Every gesture she made exuded an air of nobility, cold yet commanding.
Beside her, Song Caifu radiated warmth, her beauty soft and inviting like the rolling hills of Jiangnan in spring. Her cascading black hair caught the light like silk, and her lively features carried a stubborn charm—a reminder of her fiery northern heritage.
They were Song Yazhi’s beloved adopted daughters, her pride and joy, though their shared elegance often made them seem more like princesses descended from the same imperial lineage.
But now, seeing their mother weeping uncontrollably, their flawless composure cracked. Concern etched itself into their features as they rushed to her side.
“Mom! What’s wrong?”
Through tears, Song Yazhi looked at her daughters, her heart heavy with a mix of gratitude and guilt. Taking a trembling breath, she whispered, “I’ve found him.”
The revelation struck like a thunderclap.
For a moment, both sisters froze, their minds struggling to grasp the significance of her words. Then, as realization dawned, their eyes widened in disbelief.
“Mother, you mean…?” Song Ziwei’s voice faltered, her usual calm betraying a flicker of hesitation.
“Yes,” Song Yazhi confirmed, her tears flowing anew. “After thirty years, I’ve finally found my son—your brother.”
Joy and confusion warred within their hearts. The news was monumental: a piece of their mother’s long-fractured heart had been restored. But beneath the surface of their happiness lay uncertainty, a shadow that neither sister dared voice.
As children, they had been wrapped in the warmth of Song Yazhi’s love, never made to feel like outsiders despite their adopted status. But they had also borne witness to the silent ache she carried—the void left by her missing child.
Occasionally, their mother would tease them, saying with a wistful smile, “If I ever find my son, I hope one of you will marry him. Then my family will truly be whole.”
The sisters had always laughed it off as a joke, but now…
Song Ziwei bit her lower lip, her mind reeling.
Meanwhile, Song Caifu’s thoughts raced in a different direction.
The moon hung low in the sky, its silver glow dappling the surface of the private swimming pool in Qin Yuan’s villa. Reclining in the warm water, Qin Yuan stared at the night sky, savoring the rare tranquility.
Then his phone rang.
“Bang!”
Moments later, the device slipped from his grasp, plunging into the pool with a splash.
Qin Yuan remained motionless, his face frozen in shock. The words he had just heard echoed in his mind, their weight sinking deeper than the fallen phone.
“They’ve found your biological mother.”
For years, the