Gong Shirao had just pulled back a corner of the curtain and hadn't had time to clearly see outside when she heard a knocking at the door.
She put down the curtain and stepped forward to open the door.
"Brother?" Gong Shirao paused, "You're back?"
"Yeah." Gong Beitang said, "What's wrong with you today? You don't look well, are you sick? Let me take a look."
"No need." Gong Shirao said, "You forgot, I'm also a doctor. If there was something wrong with my health, I would know."
"To me, you'll always just be a little sister." Beitang said, "You've been away for several months, and you're only back today. Is it because you just got off the plane and you feel tired? I brewed some calming tea for you. Here."
Gong Shirao took the teacup he handed over, her nose tingling, "Thanks, brother."
