Ming Ci was completely unaware of the strangeness in his sister's behavior, candidly saying, "Yes, Xia Yi—"
"Xia, as in summer, and Yi, as in attachment. Isn't the name pleasant to hear?"
The mention of the girl he adored brought a tender smile to the young boy's face, his brows and eyes seemingly caressed by the spring breeze.
But Ming Ge's heart sank deeper and deeper.
It was indeed her—
Xia Yi.
That name almost instantly reminded Ming Ge of some gloomy and oppressive memories from his previous life.
In his last life, Ming Ci was reckless, didn't even sit for his college entrance exams, broke his arm in a street racing accident, and after his hand healed, he was never again able to lift heavy objects, completely losing touch with his dreams.
Their father fell ill out of nowhere, and she and Ming Ci became two pitiable orphans, later even robbed of their rightful inheritance and driven out of their home.
