"Big brother, how did I do?"
An average-looking woman with a scar on her face spoke, holding out a hand-made paper swan to a man in his late 20s who looked to be at death's doorstep. The woman's eyes looked clear and innocent and a heartwarming smile was placed on her face. Such a look from a woman was more than enough to creep anybody out, but the man in question just smiled as he nodded his head and awkwardly patted the head of the woman.
'Manh....this is quite messed up.'
He thought but in the end, he smiled open-heartedly, something which he was doing for the first time in a long while. He had already given up on everything since she died in his arms, he had already seen his sister but in her eyes, he was nothing more than, well, he was nothing.
