If it weren't for his sister, he wouldn't have made it this far, could not have made it this far.
When everyone was pointing their swords at him, only his sister and his mother stood by his side unconditionally.
The year he was picked up from the streets and brought back home, the first person he saw when he woke up was his sister, whose face was etched with worry but eased with relief at his awakening.
He woke up feeling dizzy and with a splitting headache, with only his sister's gentle voice beside him.
"Xuan? Are you feeling better now?"
"Sis…" He croaked due to his parched throat, followed by a soft murmur of the word "water."
Maybe because she couldn't hear him clearly, Yan Ning asked: "Xuan, what did you say?"
"Water…"
"Want a drink, is it?" Yan Ning asked whilst rushing to get water and then bringing it to his lips to help him drink.
After drinking water, his consciousness came back, much like cracked earth that finally received rainfall.
