"In my heart, my sister is a princess, but she lives in poverty just like me. A few months ago, when she heard that Mingxin Academy was enrolling students, she's been longing to attend. She didn't want to tell me because she was afraid I'd worry. The only thing I could do was to sell everything in our house, and then accompany her here for the selection," said the young man, his tone brimming with profound affection, as if he would find a way to pluck stars from the sky for his sister.
"What if your sister doesn't pass the selection? There's nothing left in your home," Ning Cheng asked, not thinking about the youth and his sister's participation in the selection. His mind wandered to himself and Ruolan. To take care of his sister Ruolan, he too had left everything behind and followed her to Jiangzhou.
How similar was this young man to him?
