Su Zimai was silent for a moment: "What you just wrote in your notebook at the train station, is it true?"
"Yeah, actually my name is Ji Minghuan, and I'm a twelve-year-old elementary school student," Gu Wenyu said.
"Oh."
Gu Wenyu thought about it, then turned to look at her, "Aren't you going to question it? Or suspect that I might have a fever that's fried my brain? Or maybe I'm under someone's spiritual control?"
"I told you, no matter who you are, you're my brother," Su Zimai said softly, "And besides, if you really are some 12-year-old elementary school student, then wouldn't you be..."
"Wouldn't I be?"
"Wouldn't that make you my little brother?"
As she spoke, Su Zimai turned her head to meet Gu Wenyu's eyes. Her eyes were still red, yet she cracked a joke at him.
Ji Minghuan stared at her in a daze. She laughed through her tears, blinking her eyes with a hint of pride.
On the overpass, the two silently faced each other for a while.
