Later he hated himself, for being weak and vulnerable, needing her protection.
It wasn't until one day when he dreamt of his sister, a dream that filled him with shame, that he regretted growing up too slow.
She had endured so much pain for him.
"Sis, I haven't told you yet, but I'm an officer now, and I can protect you. Please get up, and anyone you want in the future, I will bring them to you," he said softly.
Bending down, Meng Xun whispered the details that organization strictly prohibited revealing, watching her eyelashes tremble.
"My sister, I will work hard to climb higher, to take care of you in the future."
The feather-light contact between their lips was something Meng Xun had practised countless times in his youth.
His first kiss with the woman he loved was also his last kiss with a woman.
...
The nurse in the corridor recoiled in surprise, intending to help Yang Yi up, but Yang Yi picked himself up.
