Her expression softened at his words.
This brother of hers had always been like this.
When they were still children, he never let her be bullied by others. Like a guardian angel, he would often be the first to appear when she was under attack by thugs.
She still remembered how, for her sake, he once got into a fight with a big group of boys. Overpowered by that bunch, he was badly beaten up. Her voice went hoarse from crying as she watched him get beaten to a pulp, his face badly bruised, yet he would stop her whenever she tried to intervene in the fight.
The group only dispersed when the adults arrived to stop the fight, but he was on the verge of passing out from all the beating by then.
That was the worst she had seen and the most memorable.
She told him, "I know."
"As for my identity… I'll let you know in due time!"
"Alright!"
After hanging up the call, the man gave a celebratory high-five with his nephew.
