Fan Zhengying looked at his younger sister and said coldly: "I won't take you with me. I'm going to war, not going on a picnic. You'd better stay here with our mother honestly, and don't cause me any more trouble. Do you think I will let you continue to tarnish our family's reputation?"
Fan Zhengxue, who was sitting on the side, stretched out her little hand and grabbed her elder brother's sleeve. Feeling his sleeve being pulled, Fan Zhengyin turned to look at his younger sister and found that she was looking at him anxiously.
He reached out and touched her head gently, then whispered softly: "Don't be afraid, Xue'er. No matter where I go, your elder brother will take you with me."
After hearing what her elder brother said, Fan Zhengxue felt relief and smiled at him.
