Think a title for "Remember to enjoy yourself," Christopher encouraged with a smile as Rose eagerly scribbled on a sheet of paper. "I have no doubt that you'll prepare well!"

Blushing with gratitude, Rose replied, "I'll do my best." Although her chess skills were top-notch, her humility remained intact thanks to Louis' wise teachings.

After thanking Christopher again, Rose left feeling exhilarated. However, the thought of her brother left her feeling uneasy. She didn't dare tell Louis about her upcoming chess tournament in Japan, afraid that he would forbid her from going.

Lola noticed Rose's unease and suggested that perhaps Louis' distance from her was causing her worry. According to Lola, time and distance naturally weaken one's emotions. But Rose couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Louis' recent fondness for other junior brothers and sisters was a factor. She didn't dare ask, afraid of feeling jealous.

That night, Lola persuaded Rose to take a break from chess and accompanied her for a walk. As they were leaving, they heard cheers erupting from a nearby stadium. They discovered that the little wolf dog and their friends were playing a game.

Intrigued, Rose joined Lola at the stadium. She caught Charles' eye and quickly looked away, feeling self-conscious under the watchful gaze of the other spectators.

By the time they arrived, the game had ended, and the little wolf dog's team had won. Justin invited them to a barbecue by the river later, promising a fun evening ahead.
Lola quickly agreed, disregarding Rose's initial hesitation. Charles chuckled once more at Rose's lack of enthusiasm, then reached out and playfully tapped her forehead. "You ought to come out and take a walk now and again. Don't just laze about indoors all day. Sweating after exercise is good for your health, especially for someone like you who catches a cold at three or five in the morning." 

Rose nodded earnestly, but Lola was more interested in playing basketball with Charles, who was skillfully twirling the ball on his fingertip. She called for Rose to join her, though she couldn't vouch for the accuracy of her technique. Rose, who was previously standing on the sidelines, observed Lola's adoration as she expertly scored a goal. Charles couldn't resist another smile and promptly demonstrated the proper shooting posture to Rose. Though petite, she possessed unexpected arm strength and soon surpassed Lola in terms of accuracy.

Amidst the liveliness of the stadium, Christopher, passing by, observed them with a smile before taking some photos on his mobile phone. Unaware of her surroundings, Rose continued to play on the court. A nearby secretary queried, "Will the director be giving these photos to the press?" As reporters had always complained about lacking good pictures of Rose's face.

Christopher shook his head in response. "Show them to Rose's family so there's nothing to worry about." He perused his online album, filled with many secretly-taken pictures of Rose in the midst of meditation, eating, or chatting with friends. All of these photos conveyed the same message – that Rose was doing exceptionally well and was well-adjusted to life in their locale.

Rose stayed in the stadium for a while, until Justin called to remind her of their dinner plans, prompting Charles to return to her apartment first to take a shower. Lola picked her up to meet Justin and found Christopher waiting in front of the apartment building. Rose's heart sank at the sight of him. She hesitated a little before pinching the corner of her clothes and nodding her head as an indication that she had yet to eat. She had been afraid of being invited to dinner at Mason's house.

Christopher smiled. "Have you eaten yet?" 

Lola stepped in confidently for Rose and answered, "Not yet. We were about to head out to eat." 

"That's right, Rose. Mason wants to request a favor from you."

Rose already had a hunch about the request. Christopher smiled and continued, "Mason has a friend who recently arrived from overseas and who's a fan of yours after watching you play chess. He wants your advice."

Mason had sent her a message a few days earlier, claiming that his friend was of great importance, and Rose had agreed out of gratitude towards Mason. She didn't wish to attend dinner at the Jones family's residence, but it was always difficult to turn down a kind invitation from Mason. "May I just play a game of chess with him?"

Christopher nodded. "He's leaving tonight, so he made the time to meet you tonight. He said he often watches the matches of the... of the... of the, well, that's not so important."

Rose nodded and followed Christopher into the car. Once they arrived at Mason's house, she met his friend, who was about the same age as Mason himself. "I'd like to introduce you to Uncle Fanny. He was almost a professional chess player."
Fanny greeted Rose warmly, "You must be Teacher Rose. I've seen all your chess matches. They were really impressive."

Rose blushed at the attention. As Fanny reached out to shake her hand, she timidly reciprocated before quickly pulling away. Christopher chuckled, "Don't scare the poor girl, Fanny. She's just a child."

But Fanny replied seriously, "She's my chess teacher. Don't underestimate her just because she's young."

Mason smiled and shook his head, "After all these years, some things never change."

"Rose, this is Uncle Fanny, a good friend of Mason's. Don't be nervous," reassured Christopher.

Rose stiffly nodded her head. After finishing their meal, Rose and Fanny played a game of chess. Fanny was considered a top player in the amateur world, but Rose still outplayed him.

As Van Nistelrooy had an early flight the next morning, he left after their game of chess. Rose also wanted to leave, but Mason insisted she stay and chat with Uncle Fanny for a while.

Mason lived alone in his spacious house, aside from a few cooking staff. As Rose sat with him in the empty living room, she couldn't help but think of her lively and busy chess teacher. He had many students, including Rose and Louis, and was always patient with them even when he had a lot on his plate.

In her mind, the Jones family seemed cold and unhappy, despite being a large and wealthy family in C City. Isabella often boasted about their numerous relatives, but Rose remembered it as a gloomy and separate family. Did this unhappiness play a role in why they lived apart?

"Christopher told me you've been doing very well lately. I'm happy for you, Rose," stated Mason.

Rose nodded and squeezed an orange, unsure of what else to say. Mason often repeated this sentiment when they met, perhaps because he didn't know what else to say to her.

Suddenly, the sound of brakes disrupted their conversation. Mason asked about her recent life, then fell silent. After a long moment, he asked hesitantly, "Rose, do you miss your mother?"

Rose shook her head. She felt indifferent towards the mere idea of her mother and had no desire to find her.

Mason persisted, "I can help you find her. We can take you to the doctor and maybe cure your throat."

Rose knew her throat could never be cured, so why was Mason so persistent? She took out her phone to avoid the topic when footsteps interrupted their conversation. 

A cold voice interrupted, "So you're the one who wants to bring her mother back? Why make excuses?"

Rose felt her scalp tingle. Although it had been five years, she still recognized the voice.

Mason stood up and calmly stated, "Let me explain later. Don't make trouble in front of the children."

"They're not children, so what's the problem? You can easily send her abroad now that she's successful. You only care about creating a national champion."

Mason raised his voice, "That's unreasonable!"

Footsteps quickly approached them. Rose's fists clenched as she felt nervous sweat form on her palms. A pair of high heels stopped before her, and she hesitantly looked up to see Bai Xi's face framed by a navy blue skirt.

Bai Xi lowered her head to address Rose, "You don't recognize me?"

The tone was harsh and taunting, causing Rose to shrink further in her seat. She nodded her head meekly, not daring to make eye contact.

"You've been with the Jones family for five years, and I have never mistreated you. The least you could do is say hello to your aunt. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
Mason's expression soured. "I already told you, she's no longer able to speak. Don't push her." And as for why she's unable to speak, you know the reason deep down."

"What do you mean?" Isabella interjected, looking back and forth between them.

The gate creaked open, and Joseph entered with a heavy footstep, relieving Isabella's tension.

Not surprisingly, he caught sight of Rose in the commotion. With a slight tremble in his hands, he glanced at her and thought about how he'd been trying to avoid her lately. But it seemed like fate wouldn't allow that.

He gave his parents a quizzical look. "What's the argument about this time? Can't you two come to an understanding?"

It was difficult to deal with her mother's domineering personality, but now that she was ill, Rose had no choice but to be patient and obedient.

Joseph pushed Rose and Isabella off with a single hand, gesturing to the balcony. "Where do you two think you're going? Stay there until I tell you it's alright to come out."