Time passed. It was akin to a moment but also akin to a century.
During her unconsciousness, Ye Wanwan had a dream.
In the dream, both Nameless Nie and her were in their youth and chasing each other while playing. Whenever she got into trouble, that boy would always stand up and stick up for her.
Sometimes, he'd beat the other person until they bled.
Other times, they'd flee in panic from his thrashing.
"Nameless Nie, you could've ignored me. Who told you to play the hero every single time?"
The girl coldly snorted as she looked at the ragged-looking boy wearing a t-shirt.
The boy smiled faintly. "Your martial arts skills are a lot weaker than mine. If I don't help you, who else would help you? Don't think that I want to stick up for you, but tch, who told you to be my younger sister?"
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"Brother?!"
Suddenly, Ye Wanwan's eyes shot open. Her body was soaked by her sweat.
