The fog grew thicker and deeper, eventually turning into large tear drops, falling patter patter to the ground.
Chi Cheng's throat tightened, and he quickly pulled her back into his arms, kissing her hair, his voice low, "Ranran, be good, don't cry."
"You, you scolded me..." An Ran whispered, sounding like a wounded kitten.
Chi Cheng lowered his head and gently wiped her tears with his thumb, "I didn't scold you."
Soft whimpers continued to escape from An Ran, intermittently.
"I was just worried about you." Chi Cheng hugged her tighter, "There won't be a next time."
An Ran longed so much for this embrace, so much for this brother.
If only time could freeze at this moment.
She shook her head, as if talking to herself, "There won't be a next time..."
Because she and her brother are half-siblings, sharing the same father but different mothers.
"What did you say?"
