The mist grew thicker and thicker, eventually turning into large teardrops, falling down with a pit-pat sound.
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 yelled at me..." An Ran sobbed, like a small injured kitten.
Chi Cheng lowered his head, using his fingers to continuously wipe her tears, "I didn't yell at you."
An Ran's sighs kept overflowing, intermittent.
"I was just worried about you." Chi Cheng held her tighter, "It won't happen next time."
An Ran truly cherished this embrace, so attached to 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 from the same father.
"What did you say?"
"Brother, we can't be together." An Ran's voice carried a sense of desolation, "Not in this lifetime, so we should just..."
