Jiang Zhongmu remembers a woman—the only tenant she ever recalled. With a soft allure unseen in their small town, every move carried a gentle charm, the only concrete image this small-town girl had of city dwellers. Back then, Xie Zhiyi was the grandest sight she’d ever seen. So when filling out her college applications, she wrote only the university Xie Zhiyi had attended. She just didn’t expect their reunion to come so soon. When the melancholic woman rented the attic again, the usually reserved Jiang Zhongmu started visiting upstairs more often— delivering water, changing light bulbs, moving desks… excuses piled up. She knew exactly what the other liked: the straight collarbones peeking out, the veins on toned arms, the faint dimples when she smiled. Jiang Zhongmu never called out those lingering glances, just made sure to appear more often in Xie Zhiyi’s view. Like standing below her window at golden hour, sharp features outlined in the dusk. This time, Xie Zhiyi didn’t look away in time. That night, Jiang Zhongmu knocked on her door. In the unlit room, Xie Zhiyi leaned against the cold wall, moonlight spilling in. A hoarse voice asked, *"Do you like it, sister?"* Xie Zhiyi stayed silent. Nights like this repeated during her stay in Jiang Town—until she realized things had gone too far and fled. Jiang Zhongmu didn’t stop her, even escorted her to the station. When Xie Zhiyi thought it was over, the girl appeared again, waiting at the freshman welcome booth, smirking at her— like a triumphant little leopard. [26-year-old sister X 19-year-old younger, age gap of 7 years] [Slow burn, prefer push-and-pull, patience appreciated]