She covered him with the blanket, but her hand was grabbed.
"Sister."
He looked at her, his eyes hiding a fragility that was hard to detect.
"I'm here."
"You'll always be here, right?"
Qin Miaomiao felt a pang in her heart for him. Once introverted, he had improved a lot, but now with split personality disorder, who knew what might happen?
She touched his face and said:
"Yes, I'll always be here. I'm your real sister. If anything happens in the future, just tell me directly. In the past, your brother protected you. Now it's my turn to protect you."
In truth, with his abilities now, he didn't need her protection at all. But these words still gave him immense comfort, as if he had received a promise.
"You drank too much. Be good and sleep well, okay?"
She leaned down and kissed his forehead, as if he were still a child. In a way, he really was still a child.
The door closed, and Xiao Chen's gaze gradually grew deeper, darker.
