"Our parents felt too lonely at home, so they had another daughter to keep them company. My sister is fifteen years younger than I am, she's only ten now."
"Ten years old?" Qiao An's gaze drifted off into the distance, "She's still a little girl."
"Yes, I thought there would be a big generation gap between us since I'm fifteen years older. I also don't spend much time with her, but the bonds of blood relation are quite amazing." Xia Lin turned his head, looked at her, the young guard's face full of youthful vigor as he proudly told her, "She's very clingy to me. Every year, when I get leave to visit family, as soon as I come out of the airport, she's always the first one to run up and hug me."
Qiao An could picture that scene, it must be especially heartwarming.
So heartwarming it made her want to cry.
Once upon a time, she also had a brother...
Snapping back to reality, Qiao An spoke softly, "Let's head back."
