Veridge College, during the freshman welcome dance. I was about to join Leandro Lindsay for the opening dance, when a girl hastily interrupted us. "Leandro," she said, her eyes welling up with tears as they met his. "I've returned." All the people around us turned their attention to us, whispering gossip. "Isn't that Cynthia, Leandro's childhood sweetheart?" someone remarked. "Wasn't she gone from Veridge before? Looks like Leandro doesn't know..." another person chimed in. "Wow, this drama is getting exciting!" Leandro hesitated for a moment, then walked towards her, still holding my hand. I accompanied him. Cynthia Barrett looked at our intertwined hands, her eyes redder and a tear glistening in the corner of her eye. She seemed to be playing the part of the pitiful one. Before she could say anything, I interrupted her. I put on a sorrowful expression. "Leandro, am I interrupting your reunion? I'll just sit by myself then." I lowered my head, gently nudging Leandro's arm while still holding his hand. Leandro looked at me, squeezing my hand tighter. "Look who's behind him holding his hand. That's Miss Sawyer from the Sawyer family, right? She just came back a few years ago," a bystander who knew us said. That's right; that Miss Sawyer was me. When I was sixteen, I was brought back to the Sawyer family in Veridge from a remote town called Blonio Town. I had a congenital heart condition and was born prematurely, so I was very sick. My father had made significant advancements in recent years and had many enemies, so he sent me to my mother's hometown, Blonio Town. Before the age of sixteen, I had been raised by my grandmother. She passed away, and only then was I brought back to the family. At the entrance, there was an elegant woman in a pink dress, and a very refined young man. The woman was undoubtedly Mrs. Sawyer, the girl was the housemaid's daughter, Cynthia Barrett. The young man was Leandro, whom I recognized from his younger days, and he was being groomed to take over the family business. I later learned that Leandro was the grandson of Old Mr. Sawyer's friend. His parents had died in a car accident, and to return the favor that Old Mr. Lindsay saved Old Mr. Sawyer, Old Mr. Sawyer decided to bring Leandro to our family. Due to my poor health, my parents decided to groom him as the heir and have him take over our family business. I mustered a timid smile and called out, "Mom." Mrs. Sawyer responded with a nod and handed me over to the housemaid. "Marissa, this is your brother, Leandro. The girl beside him is Cynthia Barrett, the daughter of Mrs. Barrett, who works for the family." "Leandro and Cynthia are both one year older than you. You should get along with them, okay?" Leandro looked at me with a calm expression, and I gazed at the pale red mole under his eye. I was about to say something when Cynthia interrupted me. She came up to me, smiling playfully. "Leandro and I will take good care of you. If there's anything you don't understand or need help with at the Lindsay family, you can ask me!" She gave Leandro a flirtatious look, saying, "Leandro doesn't really like dealing with strangers." Her tone was filled with familiarity and intimacy. I blinked and walked past her, taking Leandro's arm. Cynthia stood there awkwardly, watching us. Leandro hesitated for a moment but didn't pull his arm away, instead lowering his head to look at me. "Brother," I said, smiling up at him, revealing two small dimples. I knew I looked the best when I smiled like this. "You're my brother, right? Why would I need to ask Miss Barrett about the Lindsay family's matters?"