Oftentimes we encounter a moment when we can't express our feelings in words. It's like being entrapped in a spell where we can feel everything but nothing comes out of our mouth.
Xiamu was going through one of those moments right now when Xu Mey called him little brother. He was happy indeed he was but more so, he was a little perplexed whether Xu Mey really knew that he was her brother or was she just creating a bond out of gratitude. The latter idea didn't sit well with him but the former was like his biggest wish.
But his confusion was soon cleared out when Xu Mey pulled away to look at his face, placed her palm against the side of his face and said, "It's a pity that I couldn't grow up with you. But seeing you now, I can tell that you've turned out to be a fine young man. It'd be more correct to say, like sister, like brother." Obviously, she added her own praise in between the lines.
