Ming Ge's face was solemn.
Ming Ci sensed something was wrong with her and quickly asked, a hint of concern in both his gaze and tone, "Ming Ge, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."
She rubbed her head, feeling a headache.
But, in the end, she didn't become the one to cruelly break them apart.
"It's nothing." Ming Ge lifted the corners of her mouth, giving a perfunctory smile, and said, "Your girlfriend's name, it's quite nice."
She was answering his earlier question.
The young man, experiencing the first throes of love, beamed with pride upon hearing his sister praise his beloved, and with a thoughtless cheerfulness, he chimed in, "You think so too, right?"
Of course, it was more boasting than agreeing.
Ming Ge ruffled the young man's hair and said, "Yes, yes, yes. When can you set up a meeting so I can see her?"
