The air suddenly became quiet.
Luo Xiu didn't wait for the imagined struggling resistance, so he held her tighter, as if trying to meld her into his own body.
"Little Mule, don't be like this."
Ai Hongye was quiet as though she were a block of ice, making Luo Xiu feel a chill in his heart.
Clearly, he had embraced her, yet it felt as though a galaxy was between them, impossible to bridge.
Luo Xiu touched her nape with his nose, breathing in the fragrance of her hair, and said, "I don't know who you were before, nor do I care what you went through before going to Earth... To me, you're my senior sister, a relative who grew up with me."
Ai Hongye's beautiful eyes glistened with mist, "You are the same to me. But between us… we can only stop here, we can't be like before."
Upon hearing this, Luo Xiu was silent for a moment, then suddenly released his hand from her waist, turned her to face him, and wiped the crystals from the corners of her eyes.
"Senior sister, take care."
