An Ran clung to his arm, her cheeks flushed red, eyes tightly shut as she called out, "Brother..."
"Hmm."
She called out several times, but each time she only called him brother and then said nothing more.
Yet every time, Chi Cheng patiently responded to her.
They returned to the Chi Mansion.
The days An's mother was in the hospital, Chi's father stayed with her consistently.
In the spacious mansion, there were only Chi Cheng and An Ran.
After parking the car, Chi Cheng carried An Ran in his arms to her bedroom.
Placing the young girl onto the bed, his movements were unconsciously gentle.
Just as he was about to get up, a pair of small hands grabbed his sleeve.
An Ran looked at him through her drunken haze, under the influence of alcohol, finally expressing her grievances, "Brother, did you know? I know I really hate you..."
Chi Cheng's eyes were deep and glistening, his thin lips gradually pressing together.
