Zheng Anze also took a sip, and the two of them ate a mantou. They weren't that hungry anymore.
Zheng Enze saw that his sister's braids were loose.
He asked his sister to sit down and knelt behind her, clumsily combing her hair. He was a boy and had never tied his hair up before, but it should be like this. However, he realized that his limbs were too short. In just a short while, his head was already covered in sweat. He did not know if he had hurt his sister. Langlang only opened his big eyes innocently and looked at her little fingers. She did not cry out in pain. She did not have pupils at all. Zheng Anze realized this. His sister actually didn't know how to speak.
However, this did not matter. This was a sister he had picked up, a relative he had picked up. It did not matter whether Langlang was mute or not, whether he could speak or not. It did not matter.
This was his little sister.
