“Sis Yulia, we’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The innocent-sounding voice came, almost too innocent to be true.

Yulia glanced at the well-dressed couple standing at the door but didn’t want to acknowledge them. She simply lowered her head to continue thinking about her sheet music.

But the woman insisted on dragging the man inside, clearly trying to flaunt something.

“Sis Yulia, why are you so cold? Even though you divorced Bro Yannick, ...