"Bro, wipe your sweat." Ye Ranran pulled a few tissues from the box nearby.
Seeing her call him as usual, Wen Li's hanging heart finally settled.
"Let's go home," he said.
Ye Ranran stood up and followed behind him, walking slowly.
Along the way, neither of them spoke a word, and it wasn't until they parked the car that Wen Li said, "Xiao Cai, I will always be your brother."
"Of course you're my brother. I'm your sister, isn't that a fact?" Ye Ranran turned her head, her eyes lively, showing no signs of harm or sadness.
The unease and hesitation—she had hidden them all so well.
"Yes, that's a fact, one that will never change." He ruffled her hair.
That small gesture touched a chord deep in Ye Ranran's heart, making her suddenly feel very tender inside.
She didn't know what it meant, nor did she dwell on it.
When they got home, surprisingly, both parents were there.
The housekeepers greeted them politely as they entered.
