In H City, there isn’t a single person who doesn’t know about The Sullivan Family.

The Sullivan Family is a century-old prominent family; in this coastal city, more than half of the real estate belongs to The Sullivan Family. The newly opened seaside villas are also The Sullivan Family’s properties. No one knows what crime Chad Sullivan committed, but even if it were murder or arson, people like him—so wealthy—are the kind you might only encounter once in a lifetime. As the sole heir of The Sullivan Family, everyone knows he’s not a good person, yet they all still try their hardest to get close to him.

Lily Brooks is no exception.

Lily Brooks somehow learned about Old Jiang’s deep feelings for his late wife. Chad Sullivan’s mother was a true noble lady—talented, proud, and as cold as snow. Even though she’s been gone for many years, Old Jiang never remarried.

So Lily Brooks decided to win Chad Sullivan over with her talents.

Ethan Carter just felt dazed and muddled; getting a second chance at life, she was both grateful and lost. At this moment, facing her ungrateful little sister, Ethan Carter didn’t even know how to deal with her.

And what about Chad Sullivan?

She remembered the boy who once climbed over the wall to see her in her previous life, who chased a bus for three kilometers just to make her turn around and look at him—Chad Sullivan.

Everyone knows Chad Sullivan has a bad temper and can’t control his anger. But Ethan Carter also knows his feelings are almost pathologically obsessive. In this life, she wants nothing to do with him; in her memory, he killed someone a few years later.

Someone like that—if you can’t afford to provoke him, can’t you at least avoid him?

“Let’s welcome Class 2 (8), student Lily Brooks.”

The host’s crisp voice came through. Lily Brooks gritted her teeth and hurriedly put the white lace flower hat on Ethan Carter. She even reached out and took away her sunglasses.

Under the dim lights, Lily Brooks met her bright, ethereal eyes and was momentarily stunned.

Who would have thought that beneath those blind-person sunglasses was a pair of eyes more beautiful than the starry sky? Lily Brooks felt both hatred and satisfaction. The satisfaction was that, for three years, everyone thought Ethan Carter was a disabled blind girl.

A blind person—almost no one would associate her with beauty. Her beauty was hidden, its sharpness concealed, with no one able to glimpse it.

Lily Brooks snapped back to reality, knowing this older sister had a gentle and good temper, and whispered, “Sister, I already told my friend to set the lights to a warm, dim yellow. If your eyes hurt later, just close them. You remember the piano keys, right? It should be fine. I’m counting on you.”

She thought of her father, whose health was getting worse by the day.

Ethan Carter was momentarily stunned, her thoughts a bit sluggish. It wasn’t until Lily Brooks pushed her onto the stage that she came to. The spotlight hit her instantly.

Lily Brooks hadn’t lied—the stage lights, to accommodate her eyes that couldn’t handle strong light, were a dim, warm color. This year, Ethan Carter had just had corneal surgery. She’d worn sunglasses for over three years and always used a white cane. The surgery was only completed a month ago, and she was supposed to keep the glasses on for another two months.

The audience fell completely silent as soon as she appeared.

The white lace flower hat covered most of her face, but you could faintly see her beautiful features and delicate, fair chin. She wore a long white silk dress, a red ribbon tied at her waist, her long hair cascading down to her waist. On her feet were small black leather shoes.

She looked like a moon goddess stepped out of a fairy tale.

Ethan Carter lowered her eyes, knowing that Chad Sullivan was at the very back of the auditorium.

She told herself not to panic—he didn’t even know her yet. Right now, she was standing in for Lily Brooks.

Not far away, under the lights, there was a piano. The black and white keys gleamed with a unique elegance.

Ethan Carter looked at it, and for a moment, her heart softened.

She sat down on the bench, placed her hands on the keys, and as the warm memories from long ago flooded back, her body trembled slightly the moment the music began. She finally felt the reality of living again.

The audience was utterly silent.

This was a vocational high school; most people here could dance or play guitar, but very few chose to play the piano.

After a while, someone whispered, “She’s from Class 8, right? So pretty.” Even though her features were blurry, there was an inexplicable sense of beauty—something you couldn’t quite describe.

“What’s she playing?”

Someone who knew about piano said, “Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor.”

“What the heck, why is the name so long?”

“…It’s also called the Moonlight Sonata.”

“What’s her name?”

“The host said, from Class 8, Lily Brooks.”

Lily Brooks peeked out from behind the curtain, both happy and resentful. She knew how amazing Ethan Carter was—she’d known since they were kids. If it weren’t for her eye injury, if Ethan Carter’s beauty hadn’t been hidden, she would have been famous throughout the school years ago.

But what made her happy was that after this performance, the one who would become famous would be her.

So what if Ethan Carter was amazing? All the honor would be hers.

Moreover, Lily Brooks looked toward the back of the hall.

At the very back of the exhibition hall, a silver-haired boy tossed aside his last pair of Kings just as the piano music began. He looked up at the stage.

Her heart started racing—Chad Sullivan.

This year, Chad Sullivan’s hair was a brilliant silver. He wore a black shirt and a jacket, the jacket open, giving him a bit of a rebellious look. He didn’t sit properly in his chair, but perched on the higher armrest, his legs casually bent, one foot resting on the soft seat of the boy next to him.

That classmate, whose seat was dirtied, didn’t dare say a word and could only sit there stiffly.

Brian Foster stared at the stage, his mouth agape. After a while, he snapped back to reality: “She’s from our school?” he muttered to himself. It didn’t seem like it.