That feeling of being protected? Ren Chuqing couldn't help but force a bitter smile as she met Wen Muqing's gaze.
"Alright," she said.
"Then, let it be until the day Sister dies. Until death do us part, you must protect me," he added.
A sharp pain seemed to pierce Ren Chuqing's heart.
Until death do us part, again?
But she didn't even have a year left to her life.
Lifting her lips, she gave a light smile, "Okay, until then."
"So, Sister, let's hook our pinkies," he said, extending his little finger towards her.
Ren Chuqing stared blankly at his hand, "Even if we make a pinky promise, some promises, if the person who made them doesn't want to keep them, will still vanish like the wind."
"That's true, but I still like to hook pinkies with Sister. After all, it was you who taught me," Wen Muqing said, hooking his pinky with hers, and then their thumbs overlapped. "Besides, this is just a promise. Sister, don't forget, your life is mine now."
