"Junior sister, it's me, Mao Xiaohong, your senior brother!" The expression in Master's eyes also turned slightly red, and it took a long while before he could squeeze out these few words.
"Senior brother! Senior brother! Is it really you? Am I not dreaming?" Han Bing's master seemed to have been overwhelmed by the joy of reunion. She had already forgotten the truth that I had concealed, and one could even say, at this moment in her eyes, there was only her senior brother, and nothing else mattered.
"It's me, it's me. For over a decade, I imagined countless scenarios of our meeting, but never thought it would happen in this way. I'm happy, truly happy in my heart." Eventually, Master's tears also began to swirl in his eyes, but he didn't let them fall, perhaps because I was there.
