Abigail looked at the young boy on the hospital bed, his expression constantly changing, and finally becoming more and more painful. She frowned and closed her eyes.
"You're older than me. Can I call you brother?"
"Why?"
"Because having a brother means being protected. There's a girl in our class who always gets bullied. Her brother helps her fight back, and then no one dares to bully her anymore. So I want a brother too."
"Is someone bullying you?"
"… Not really." The girl hesitated in her response.
"If anyone does, tell me. I'll help you fight back."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. I'm a man of my word."
"Thank you, brother. You're so kind."
"Silly butterfly," the boy said.
Later, as they became more familiar with each other, the little girl always called him brother, as if having him would truly mean someone to protect her.
Until the boy asked for help, and she unhesitatingly agreed to give him ten thousand yuan.
